Word: brotherly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Hotel. In a fortnight he plodded through 675 interviews, and the pattern was the same as in Belgrade and Prague, Nürnberg and Trieste. Wept hollow-cheeked Bertha Lutwak: "Tell my uncle in Cincinnati I am in great need." Attorney Dumitru Ellenes had a sad message for his brother-in-law: "Our family was deported to Austria; only our sister Helen returned alive...
From the time it was conceived, television was a long time aborning. Soon it learned to talk, but instead of standing up and walking like its big brother, radio, it has crawled along without getting very far. Last week, still rattling in its playpen, television took a few tentative steps...
...take-over was breathless. For decades Bonfils & Tammen stirred up a brand of journalistic dust in Denver's rarefied air which made Hearst look stuffy. They raked the town for every bit of scandal, labeled their sheet "Your Big Brother, champion of every good, pure, noble, holy and righteous cause." Sample causes: crusades against Governors, mudslinging matches with Senators, bullyragging attacks on advertisers, lavish parties for children, sick dogs and horses...
...ever heard Brother Birdwell pray so loudly. He prayed in the name of all the sinners in the Old Testament-in the name of Adam, of Moses, of David, of Solomon, of Abraham, of Jephthah. When Mattie struck up The Old Musician for the fifth time, Jess swept into the New Testament. When Mattie pulled out the fortissimo stop, Jess's resonant pleading fairly shook the studding. "Friend," said Amos Pease, when at last the agony was over, "thee's been an instrument of the Lord this night. . . . Thy prayer carried us so near to heaven...
...market, Jess Birdwell met a gentleman whose card was inscribed: "Professor Waldo Quigley, Traveling Representative, Payson and Clarke. The World's Finest Organs. Also Sheet Music and Song Books." "How many reeds in a Payson and Clarke [organ]?" Jess asked him. "Forty-eight, Brother Birdwell," replied Professor Quigley, "not counting the tuba mirabilis. . . . Those reeds duplicate the human throat. They got timbre," he added ("landing on the French word the way a hen lands on the water"). "How many stops?" asked Jess. "Eight," said the professor. "And that vox humana! . . . You can hear the voice of your lost child...