Word: bared
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Library, Maxwell Geismar writes: "As a young man he had been driven wild by the sight of the Harvard Library--by the fact that the volumes were appearing on the shelves faster than he could read them, and the fact that simultaneously, while he was reading, outside, on the bare New England streets, were passing thousands of faces he had not seen, people he had not talked with, lives he had not known...
...squadron of French fighter planes promptly set out in pursuit. From the air, the tribesmen were easy to spot in the bare sands. Machine guns chattering, the planes made pass after pass. They did not stop until every camel was dead. "Without their camels," said a French spokesman at headquarters,"the surviving Shamba. if there are any, will die of thirst in the desert...
...month a new court with a new judge convened for the 21st session of the case. But the Moslem faithful had waited for justice long enough. They stormed from the court into the mosque grounds, drove out the Reds and tore down most of the Red decorations with their bare hands. Even Allah seemed to be taking a hand in the matter: the Red lawyer was killed by a train when his taxi stalled on a railroad crossing. At long last the Indonesian court ruled hastily that Pak Murah and his Communists must vacate the premises forthwith. The Reds promptly...
...went from coast to coast. The music season was on with the blast of trumpets, the scraping of fiddles, the cries from the voice boxes of a thousand singers. The sounds rose in immense variety from symphony orchestras and chamber-music groups, from hallowed opera houses and bare school auditoriums. The music was modern and ancient, classic and romantic, expertly and miserably played. There was so much of it that the whole U.S. recording industry could not get it down on vinyl and all the hi-fi sets in the U.S. could not play it back...
Emlyn Williams' dramatic reading of autobiographical selections from Dylan Thomas is chiefly remarkable as a tour de force. Mr. Williams comes upon the virtually bare stage alone and aided only by lighting and a few manuscripts as props and delivers an enthralling three hours of storytelling. It would be a difficult thing to say whether his performance is a reading or a drama--his intent is surely the latter...