Word: caped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...York these days," mused Bernard Murphy, news editor of the London Star, after a 7½hour transatlantic jet flight to this country, "is really no farther away than Newcastle." This perspective, which can be applied almost as well to Little Rock, Cape Canaveral and Hollywood, is now common coin on Fleet Street. As a result, the British press is busy discovering the U.S.-or at least trying to discover...
...last, desperate gamble to relieve the Russian forces; he ordered Vice Admiral Zinovi Petrovitch Rozhestvensky to sail four brand-new Suvoroff battleships at the head of a task force of some 40 ships from their Baltic home ports to the Sea of Japan, by way of the Cape of Good Hope. In this book London Editor Richard Hough tells how a fleet that should never have gone to sea made its way 18,000 miles to its rendezvous with death...
...yearning of Parigi, O cara, Callas held her audience in a kind of hushed trance. Her tones were rock firm, aglow with a dozen nuances of passion, from hectic gaiety to quiet sadness. Callas scored an even bigger triumph in Cherubini's Medea. Whirling her heavy cape alternately like a regal robe, a witch's hood or a pair of bat wings, Callas managed a breath-taking range of emotion: she seemed to caress the air when pleading tenderly with Jason, then railed at him with fists clenched and her voice full of relentless fury, again sank...
...Pleasure of His Company (by Samuel Taylor, with Cornelia Otis Skinner) is the first suavely managed drawing-room comedy in several seasons. With Actress Skinner's help, Playwright Taylor-on whose shoulders, more than anyone else's, has fallen the opera cape of the late Philip Barry-has contrived a bright tale of the prodigal father who, turning up for his daughter's wedding, turns everything around him upside down. And Cyril Ritchard, on whose shoulders have fallen both acting the prodigal and directing the play, has added greatly to the gloss...
...group of escorting Iowa politicians, Ike told one of his rare jokes. It seems that there was a little boy who lived hard by the missile test center at Cape Canaveral and was asked by his teacher if he could count. He replied, "Oh yes-nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, nuts." Ike laughed loudly at his own joke...