Word: ated
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...paintings and drawings, done on the Riviera in 1946, had none of the nightmare violence that characterized Picasso's wartime work. Goats, nymphs, centaurs, children and satyrs, drawn loosely in dancing lines or painted with soft smears of cool color, sang and played pipes, swam, fished, ate dinner and slept under the trees. The one warlike note was a comic-strip series of sketches showing a duel between centaurs, which ended with the loser crumpled across a broken arrow and the horned winner looking downcast. The figures were almost all distorted, but never cruelly so. The surprising twists...
Practically the only other island income comes from an occasional hardy tourist who makes the five-to-six-day trip from Valparaiso to see where Robinson Crusoe (who ate goat meat, turtle eggs, but no lobsters) was famously marooned...
Compressed into 75 feet of debris were proofs of slow climatic changes as the great glacier to the north advanced or receded. During one long period the cave dwellers ate snails, heaping the empty shells around the dinner table. At another, the ancient hunters fed their families on rhinoceros meat. Father Ewing believes that the cave deposits give an accurate chronology of climate and cultural changes in the ancient Near East...
Since war's end, however, things seem to have been looking up again for M.R.A. At last year's World Assembly, 5,000 delegates held their sessions at an Alpine resort hotel the Buchmanites had newly purchased in Switzerland. In Los Angeles last week, Assembly delegates ate, slept and lounged in a brand-new seven-story local headquarters. "Buchmanism" never seems to worry about funds. But its sources of income, like the number of its converts, are matters that Buchmanites are vague about. Says Founder Frank Buchman solemnly: "Where God guides, God provides...
...Done Up Nice." It seemed like a lot of money. He never drank-New York was so exciting that it drove his imagination crazy without it-but he "loved life, done up nice." On Saturday nights he dressed in his best and saw the city. He ate at Healy's famed restaurant on 66th Street, and watched "how the dainty people acted there." He saw every show in town. He worked hard to lose his brogue-he was determined not to go on being a gawky country...