Word: brush
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Long before Richelieu wound his armies through the Valtelline or Champaigne thrashed his first brush across a canvass an equally famous man cast his shadow on the history of England. Becket was a soldier who became the greatest archbishop of his time and faced the boldest king that England knew. And for all this he died, slain in his own Cathedral. But one doesn't really know Becket until he has left his histories and turned to another of the arts. A poet has left behind a picture of him as clear and brilliant as the painter's Richelieu. Tennyson...
...peace was making a strong bid for a return to power. Since October no Japanese paper has dared oppose Ja pan's militarists. Last week an article appeared in the Tokyo Nichi Nichi signed "A Member of the House of Peers." No one denied that it came from the brush of Baron Kijuro Shidehara, Foreign Minister in the Wakatsuki Cabinet, forced out by the militarists in December. Said this peer...
...clumsy chain-shot for atomic bombardment. Drs. Tuve, Hafstad & Dahl now surpass radium by shooting single protons from their gun. By means of a cloud chamber they are now able to see and photograph the stream of protons from their machine. The effect looks like a stubby shaving brush with bristles 1.6 in. long. Each bristle is the path made by a proton only one 10,000th of null millionth of an inch in diameter...
Therefore only for the sake of knowledge I want to know whether Gandhi actually "brushed his teeth" (TIME, Jan. 11, p. 19, col. 2). Having had personal contact with the common Indian native I would say that if Gandhi is trying to be a common native himself he doesn't "brush" his teeth. Most natives are quite particular about washing their teeth and mouths. But instead of a brush they use a forefinger and some charcoal on their teeth, and two fingers to lave the tongue, going far enough back to tickle the throat into a convulsion...
...that, while my sorrow is real enough now, all I should have to do would be to take a thimbleful of wine and it would be gone." Touched to the heart the Maestro leans over to him, whispers: "Excuse me, but won't you at least permit me to brush that fly off your forehead...