Word: bowe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...paintings back. "Knowing," said the directors, "that even war does not leave science and art unprotected, and that Britons have often considered themselves at peace with these, we are not without hopes of seeing them . . ." In Halifax, Vice-Admiralty Justice Sir Alexander Croke made Philadelphia a gentlemanly, periwigged bow. "Heaven forbid," he said, "that such an application to the generosity of Great Britain should ever be ineffectual." After a learned recital of the laws of war, Sir Alexander concluded with a full flourish: "With real sensations of pleasure . . . I decree the restitution of the property . . ." Halifax sent the paintings...
...whose families came from that country. By basing this quota on the 1920 census, McCarran discriminates against southern and eastern Europeans, since there were proportionally fewer of them in America in the twenties than now. Negros are not counted in the census at all--probably staunch Constitutionalist McCarran's bow to the three-fifths rule. Moreover, professors and ministers of religion, who could formerly immigrate unrestricted, are now counted and rationed as well...
...much to playing this game," he lies genially. After spieling off a few tips about grip and stance, he belts out a few balls. "See how easy it is?" he asks finally, and all the onlookers nod. Then, after playing an exhibition match against local pros, he takes a bow, signs some autographs and departs. His fee for the afternoon's work is a flat...
...four-month tour of Europe, Hearst Columnist Westbrook Pegler last week penned a "Patriotic Pome" for his column. While it failed to prove conclusively either that travel is broadening or that Peg is even a bottom-rung poetaster, it did give him a chance for a rare and sardonic bow to his critics. Excerpts...
...just inside the door of Sherry's red, Edwardian grand tier bar at the Metropolitan Opera, a distinguished gentleman with a halo of white hair holds court during intermission several nights a week. Old Metgoers and off-duty singers pay him the homage of a word or a bow as they pass. Some of the youngsters recognize him and point him out to less knowing companions; even people who don't know him give him more than a passing glance, sensing that he is "somebody." He is indeed: he is Giovanni Martinelli, one of the great tenors...