Word: browed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...landed on the moon, and none is likely to for a long time. This dull fact does not keep interplanetary enthusiasts from planning what they will do when they get there. In the Journal of the British Interplanetary Society, Draftsman Paul L. Sowerby solemnly furrows his brow about lunar construction methods. In this small field alone* he finds enough practical difficulties to make the glittering lunar cities of the space romancers look like hashish visions...
...skipper, Gary Cooper is probably the best thing about the picture. In his usual--and favorite--role of Gary Cooper, he is quite at home on the bridge of his handy little ship. Wind whistles past his high cheekbones and salt spray lashes up to be-white his nautical brow as his first command is towed home by a Sancho Panza-type tug. His eighth failure to complete a test run has again resulted in burst boilers. The tug flashes a signal, and after the scant minutes his singal officer takes to decipher the more code, Cooper hurls back...
...over the surging sea of humanity while official loudspeakers blared: "Please, please, we don't want to mangle the new President." At last Magsaysay was lifted to the shoulders of some of his constituents while others tried to reach up and wipe the sweat from his streaming brow. When he reached his car, one sleeve of his sport shirt had been torn off. His pants were saved only by the safety pins with which he had foresightedly fastened them to his undershirt...
...group had followed Furash and Ellard onto the subway at Boylston St. and crowded around them, preventing their exit from the Harvard station. After "brow-beating" the boys, the group started to have when one of the on-lookers shouted, "hit 'em one for good measure." Ellard fought back, but was injured when one of the assailants hit him from behind. Furash escaped uninjured...
...melody, then, after a few' bars, swung into Peterson's impromptu variations - interlaced arabesques, rhythmical counterpoints, stream-of-consciousness insertions from other tunes-then back to the original melody. Throughout, Pianist Peterson accompanied himself with his own scat-singing, in the pauses mopped his sweating brow with his handkerchief. Throughout, for all his jet-propelled tempos, his fingers frisked the keys with the precision of a hell-bent Horowitz...