Word: blue
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Blue-Ribbon Juries. But even the cool and collected Medina had not been able to keep proceedings on the track. They were still in the pretrial stage when the Communists engineered a legal collision which confounded confusion. They challenged the whole system of picking "blue-ribbon" juries. If they were right, then both the grand jury, which had handed down the indictment, and the panel from which the trial jury was to be chosen would be without legal authority. Medina settled himself stoically while the defense lawyers talked that...
...York to help them. In the first place the presence of that many police says, in effect, that the defendant's followers are ready to use violence against the federal judiciary. But that is the charge upon which the eleven are being tried. Conceivably, the sight of all that blue serge could influence the jury...
...knew this better than G.M.'s five division bosses and the man who keeps them pulling together with the purring power of a V-8-President Charles Erwin Wilson. A $236,000-a-year captain of industry, "C.E.," as his friends call him, is a reserved, blue-eyed boss who thinks fast, talks slow and never wastes his time pounding the desk. Slightly jowly, with a pleasant smile, he has neither bombast nor bulk (he is 5 ft. 10 in., 175 lbs.). He talks with a mild Midwest twang, walks with a slight stoop as if bucking a breeze...
...hedge against his blue-sky antics, his cagey wife runs a boardinghouse. Thus, Chicken Every Sunday is crowded with a rich, hot-biscuits-&-gravy atmosphere and some folksy characters. When Dailey's last fling (the coppermine gamble) almost gets the whole crew thrown into the street, the moral emerges: How can a man be a failure if he makes a lot of friends, wins the love of his wife and children and even the respect of his boarders...
...note said: "Please be at Apartment Eight on the first floor of No. 15 Blaue Lampe Strasse at 6 this evening." Beautiful Countess Kristina Dukay popped into her "sheer, cobweb-thin, rose-colored slip" and a blue dress, dabbed on some stuff called Chanson du Narcisse and scuttled off to the assignation . . . The door opened, and in came a man wearing a beard and yellow spectacles. As Kristina teetered in a state of pleasant giddiness, the man raised his hand, ripped off his beard and spectacles, and stood revealed-the Emperor Karl of Austria himself...