Word: bowness
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...paper, Osservatore Romano, slapped back. "A Roman tribunal has made statements of extreme gravity . . ." it editorialized. "Its statements separate the lay order from religious morals. In a religious nation such as Italy, where the state declared the Catholic religion to be its own religion, the public magistrate cannot but bow to the dictates of that religion...
...must also realize that a director cannot always give the big roles to the best members of a summer repertory company. The plums, and the experience that goes with them, must be shared. Thus it often happens that the best possible casting must bow to the young actors' chance for development, which is after all the prime object of a group like this...
...heart of Sherwood Forest, sober-sided Harold Macmillan, Chancellor of the British Exchequer, took corona in mouth and bow in hand, tried to hit a short-range bull's-eye with a suction-cupped arrow in an attempt to promote the sale of his brain child, a savings bond that pays no interest, but offers investors a chance to win ?1,000-a financial stratagem known to Britons as "having a flutter on Harold." Nobody's archery was good enough to win the prize-one ?1 bond. Southpaw Archer Macmillan, perhaps with sporting intent, missed the target...
Certainly the C.F.D. need bow to no theatre anywhere on the matter of a stage itself. The "modified Elizabethan" set that Robert O'Hearn had designed in Sanders has classic beauty. Its four distinct staging levels and its simple lines provide infinitely various opportunities for blocking, for lighting effects, and for wonderful fadeout exits. And O'Hearn has not only made the set beautiful and functional; he has also blended it in perfectly as an integral part of Sanders Theatre. It will really be a shame to see the thing dismantled in the fall...
...sensitive and whimsical as the man himself. (Said Poet W.H. Auden: "A child brought up on such verses may break his mother's heart or die on the gallows but he will never suffer from a tin ear.") To his eleven grandchildren, modest Poet de la Mare would bow gently down and ask curiously: "What do you think is the color of your thoughts?" or would admonish: "Behold, I tell you a mystery," leaving them to supply their own explanation to his elaborate, whispered incantations. His message to grownups was to search everywhere for beauty. When death struck, Britain...