Word: browed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pillar of a woman." Grant Sweetland, the ne'er-do-well son of a rich St. Louis family, a drunkard who in his childhood had tortured small ani mals, was "loosely groomed, indifferently tailored," with "a soft, rather overheated look ... a cowlick which dipped damp-looking across his brow," soft, womanish hands and a silhouette which, while not paunchy, "had a curve to it." Middle-Aged Quivers. One day Lily B. met an old schoolmate and he asked her and Oleander to be the hostesses on a stag party to the Kentucky Derby. To her own and the reader...
Cornell University's face was red last week with Communist trouble. Recently Cornell dropped Vladimir D. Kazakevich, longtime Communist and editor of the high-brow Marxist quarterly Science and Society. Kazakevich had been at tacked by the New York World-Telegram's Fred Woltman for hewing to the Communist line in a geography course for Army Specialized Training students. Last week it was noted in the press that Kazakevich's successor, Dr. Joshua Kunitz, was also well known in Communist circles. But Dr. Kunitz was only the latest of many Communist sympathizers who have recently found...
...Again. Don Nelson emerged from the White House with a smooth brow. Grinning broadly, he no longer spoke of resigning. The President had talked with enthusiasm, had smiled graciously, had given assurances that Don Nelson and WPB: 1) still have an important job of directing wartime production, 2) will some day have an even larger job in turning U.S. industry back to peacetime production...
...flavors of sweat, the human body is a regular soda fountain-the sweat of the brow is strong in uric acid, the sweat of the hands is strong in chloride (salt), the sweat of the thigh is strong in lactic acid. These pungent facts are disclosed in a report by Drs. Olaf Mickelson and Ancel Keys of the University of Minnesota in the Journal of Biological Chemistry...
...weary Fifth's infantry had fought across one of Italy's most famous battlegrounds. Here, in the damp autumn of 1860, bearded Giuseppe Garibaldi, poncho-clad and kerchief around his brow, had walked among his ragged redshirts, crying, "Courage! Courage!" Here, on the Capuan plain, he had beaten the Bourbon King of Naples and advanced Italy a long step toward liberation and unity...