Word: bladed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Blade. In Memphis, careless Grass Cutter Lehman Barnes drove his power lawn mower into the street, ran into an automobile, was charged with reckless driving...
Both were by Parisian sculptors already represented in the museum collection. Constantin Brancusi's Bird in Space had long been a polished bronze bone of contention for museumgoers. To some it looked like a crackpot design for a propeller blade; others swore they got the same upward lift from it as from Shelley's To a Skylark. The museum's new Brancusi was a six-foot slab of blue-grey marble, precariously balanced on its side and entitled Fish. It had neither head nor tail, and no one could be sure in which direction the fish...
Long dominated by a handful of aging masters, French artists have been increasingly aware, lately, of a young master now dead. Francis Gruber was only 36 when he died of asthma and T.B. in 1948; his Montparnasse friends remember him as an overpowering gay blade who talked, drank and painted at a furious clip and did all three magnificently. His paintings, on show in a Paris gallery last week, were sad and bony as a squirrel in March-cold and sometimes acid in color, scalpel-sharp in line. They consisted mostly of hollow-chested nudes, their breasts pinched with cold...
Craig is now regarded as a model of decorum, but there is evidence that in his youth he was something of a gay blade. On weekends he used to ride at breakneck speed into the town of San Pedro de Macoris on a noisy, dust-spurting motorcycle, seriously disturbing a Marine captain attached to Santo Domingo's Guardia Nacional, who rode into town at the same time on a mule named Josephine. The mule-rider, Gregon Williams, is now chief of staff of the 1st Marine Division and he and Craig are close friends...
After losing the second, minus-17, when Reckitt himself shot a perfect game, Defender Hicks played the rubber game with a grim seriousness usually frowned on in the garden variety of croquet. Kneeling, crouching, lining up every stray blade of grass for possible deflections, he got his second perfect game of the day. The spectators were sitting on the edge of their campstools when Reckitt made a strong finishing bid, but only a few shots from the final peg, he missed a difficult carom and the deciding game went to Hicks, plus-five...