Word: caning
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...great pride overcome grimness. Author Deane is aware that there are lessons to be learned, as well as taught in Andalusia. One lesson well learned: the author's three-year-old son can handle a one-glass-a-day wine ration handily, unless someone feeds him sugar cane. When someone does, the mixture "foments"-or so says an ancient barmaid-and he sings Old King Cole in a manner that sounds almost bawdy. But then, of course, the clan is Australian...
...least of the elements of the power that exists in the Mideast is Admiral Holloway himself, a "black-shoe sailor," (i.e., no airman), whose square, salt-cured features are often belied by a suave, diplomatic air that sometimes spills over into pomposity. In civvies he sports a Malacca cane. He is something of a connoisseur of wines. He interlards his conversation with phrases out of Dickens or Thackeray, loves to write what he calls "erudite letters" (favorite word: vouchsafe). "If he will ever be known for any command, it will be for his command of the English language," said...
...bitter old man, lacking even the salt of irony. With a single yellow eye, and white hair growing in his ears. Leaning on a hickory cane, complaining out of pride, sexless, slowly rubbing one palsied hand across his navel and nodding in that dead omniscience of the past. Waiting for the world to come to him like a pig-tailed child. He is a Society, a god sometimes called Moloch...
...midst of a top-hole week-in which a family history, The Churchills, by Historian A. L. Rowse (TIME. May 12), drew critical tribute from British reviewers, and France offered him a high decoration (see FOREIGN NEWS)-Elder (83) Statesman Sir Winston Churchill, with cigar, cane and topper, plunked down in the middle of the Ascot paddock to keep an eye on his Tudor Monarch in the $30,660 Gold Cup. Souring the big day, horse failed man as Tudor Monarch finished fourth behind the American-owned, Irish-trained mare Gladness...
Into the sun parlor of Atlanta's Emory University Hospital hobbled a solidly built man, taking some of the weight off his artificial left foot with a cane. Doctors, nurses and other well-wishers burst into applause as he completed the ten-yard walk from his room. Charles C. Kilpatrick, 42, warned with a grin: "Not too loud or you'll knock me over." Unaided, he eased himself into a chair, propped his feet on another. Charlie Kilpatrick was going home to his wife and teenage son, after three years and four months in the hospital...