Word: beckoned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Milan they mounted machine guns on rooftops, sniped from windows. In Turin they held out after the rest of northern Italy had fallen to the Germans. Up & down the peninsula they heeded the Allied calls to sabotage Nazi movements. Along the coast they turned on lights at night to beckon British and U.S. landing parties. But by week's end the occupying Germans seemed to hold a firm upper hand over wide areas. Field Marshal Erwin Rommel proclaimed himself master of all Italy above the Spezia-Rimini line, imposed a "state of war," decreed death for "giving...
Horrible grimaces and irrepressible feet may yet take Negro Pianist Dorothy Donegan places where her ten amazing fingers would not get her so fast. Wrote Down Beat, the blase semimonthly gospel of some 47,000 U.S. jazz fans: "She is, to us, the ideal in piano stylings. . . . We beckon to Hazel Scott to learn how the classics are swung. We invite Bob Zurke, Jess Stacy, Joe Sullivan, Billy Kyle, all of them, to see phenomenal piano work...
...more experienced men interested in the same academic field, the tutorial system putters along on the energy of about one-ninth of the Faculty. And most of the tutors are young instructors who in normal times must worry about their Ph.D.'s, and to whom the draft boards now beckon. The only way to keep the tutorial system off the war-time casualty list is to expand it to include more teachers, especially those in the upper brackets...
...Miss Sheridan is coy. Apparently she loves only the Lampoon. For she is content to sit out on the West Coast, surrounded by still cameras, and beckon to the Poon boys to come out and learn some oomph. This is rank injustice to the rest of the college. Since apparently only she holds the key to money-making success, since most Harvard alumni are reputedly oomphless share croppers and Fuller-brush men, Miss Sheridan is needed at college to raise a new generation of oomphy grads...
...while her husband Henry, 84, took care of her. Last week Henry, ill himself, lay down beside her, died. Desperately, Mary Kincaid tried to raise her husky voice in a cry for help, lay there helpless for two days, finally summoned strength enough to rise, totter to the window, beckon in a passerby...