Word: armes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...arm, horribly burned by Italian mustard gas, was in bandages. Only a few days earlier a miracle had saved his life...
Five thousand men, bravest remnant of the old Imperial Guard, shouldered their rifles again and marched away. Tired little Haile Selassie, forgetting the raw burns on his arm, retired into his Palace for a final conference with his chieftains. The Government, it was plain, would have to move. Should it go southwest to Gore, near British Sudan...
Listening to John Carroll's salty talk, looking at his brawny arms and deep-tanned, seamy face, most observers would conclude that here was a man who, if he painted at all, would do something like the Rivera murals of Industry downstairs in the Institute's main court - hard, realistic, packed with sharp detail, maplike in their bright, crowded colors (TIME. April 3, 1933). But Painter Carroll's frescoes were simple, subdued, purely decorative idealizations. One of them, called Morning, showed three gracile, rosy-fleshed women floating in a pale blue, white-clouded sky. Another, Afternoon, showed...
...July, 23 million shells punctuated the deadlocked argument; Douaumont, captured and recaptured but each time by an accident, the death trap where an explosion wiped out a whole battalion and the corpses were bricked in where they lay. The Crown Prince, dressed in tennis flannels, a racket under his arm, cheering on the troops marching up to the front line; his aide tossing packets of cigarets from a speeding car, and the soldiers stamping them into the mud after he has passed. The German veterans' version of I Want to Go Home: "For this campaign...
...Chevrolet, "he doesn't know when he's had enough." Suddenly the Ford began a Bedlam of horn-honking. It threw such an unchivalrous and vulgar element into the race that the Chevrolet driver immediately became so vexed that, together with a few bitter remarks, he stuck his arm out the window and rudely motioned for the Ford to pass. And pass he did. But alas! it was no gentleman driving the Ford. On the contrary, it was a blue-uniformed, silver-buckled servant of Massachusetts, a man with positively no sense of chivalry. He was not interested...