Word: brushings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Brush, a four-year-old filly, outran favored C. W. ("Big Smitty") Smith's Hillsdale in the stretch, set a world record of 1:46 2/5 for a mile and a furlong, to win the $58,100 San Antonio Handicap at California's Santa Anita...
...unladylike Lauriol, who seems to have certain claims on Colum that Margaret does not care to think about. More unsettling is the fact that Colum rapidly proves himself to be an unmitigated liar and a compulsive thief. One of his pranks causes the death of Mrs. Belmore, a nasty brush with the police and the apparent ruin of his film career. Desperate, Margaret tries prayer to St. Anthony and, as a last resort, appeals to Father McBane, one of those all-wise priests so often found in contemporary British fiction...
...This 12th century masterpiece tells the complex story of an ancient war that matters little. What does matter is the opportunity it gives to roam outside the body in a dream world of blue, green and gold, moving to the subtle, silk-smooth music of the painter's brush. The almost full-scale detail opposite shows a typical climax in that music when the invading army winds menacingly forward to the water's edge, a captain on a black horse prances into view, and a gnarled pine dips its obscuring wing. The detail further shows that Chinese scroll...
...Belief in Disbelief. In the first third of the book, Author Griffith offers his autobiographical press pass to American life. Seattle-born, Griffith had a boardinghouse boyhood more apt for the pen of Dickens than the brush of Norman Rockwell. Entering the University of Washington in the Depression year of 1932 as a journalism student, he learned, he admits, precious little about journalism or anything else. In such "vast, endearingly inadequate academic ballparks," Griffith argues, "the indulgent curse of mediocrity in American life begins...
...smile stretching his brush mustache, his arm half-raised in greeting with fingers waggling briskly, Anastas Mikoyan, the Kremlin's No. 2 man, was busier than a checker in a supermarket on a Saturday afternoon. In the space of a week, he whirled through official and unofficial Washington, raced on to luncheons, dinners and informal question games in Cleveland. Detroit, Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles. In between appointments, he inspected stores, gave candy to a baby, shook hands along auto assembly lines, peered at new gadgets and chomped on an airline's free Chiclets...