Word: bells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...broad jump, Indiana's Greg Bell confessed that he was not in tiptop condition: "I'll have to do it on the first jump." That he did. Hitting the mark at a sprinter's clip. Bell jackknifed forward and landed at 26 ft. 7 in., equaling his best distance-a jump that stands second only to Jesse Owens' 1935 record of 26 ft. 8¼ in. The pressure on Russia's Igor Ter-Ovanesyan was so intense that he fouled repeatedly, had to settle for 25 ft. 9¼ in. and second place...
...appreciatively while the beleaguered city's gallant Mayor Willy Brandt (TIME, May 25) grabbed a vase for her bouquet. At Brandt's city hall, Sophia also signed a "golden book" for distinguished visitors, accepted from the mayor a white porcelain replica of the city's freedom bell, whose original, presented to Berliners by the Crusade for Freedom, hangs in the city hall tower...
...purse," he reluctantly drops a small, silent pouch--obviously empty. The wives make a big point of exchanging the love letters to be sure each has the right one, when both letters are identical. Ford's "The clock gives me my cue" is accompanied by strokes on a cow-bell. When Falstaff is smuggled out in the laundry basket, the wives have to sidle along together to hide Falstaff's enormous hat from the jealous eyes of Ford. After Falstaff has drunk some sack, he is still conveniently soaking his legs in a tub of hot water, so that...
...natural for the spiritual life. Of her three vows-poverty, chastity, obedience-she can keep two without much difficulty, but the third is her undoing. She cannot manage to keep the silence that is required of all novices; she cannot bear to stop whatever she is doing when the bell of command is rung; she cannot persuade her thoughts from memories and objects, "the vanity of this world." Her nature rebels because her will insists on nothing less than saintly perfection; she cannot accept her human imperfection. She makes her sacrifice not with love but with pride...
Diners near the bandstand could hear the squeal of the buzz mute being fitted into the bell of the horn. The pudgy little man with the wispy mustache lifted the tarnished trumpet, looked right to the piano player, back to the drummer. Then Trumpeter Jonah Jones patted out two measures with a soft left foot and took the first three pickup notes of I Could Have Danced All Night...