Word: cart
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...crimson gates of the jail swung open, and out straggled the strangest parade the city (pop. 220,000) had ever seen. There were cowboys and clowns, Indians and Davy Crocketts and riverboat dandies. Finally, from across the guards' sports field came Father Christmas himself, riding on a farm cart in the hot afternoon sun. As he stepped down from his cart to hand out the presents, screaming children grabbed his arms, hugged his legs, reached for his beard. "Man," said Father Christmas, "this is tougher than breaking rocks"-and he had reason to know...
...exhibits across the U.S. He was told time and again that Sir Winston Churchill would never agree to have his paintings on greeting cards. Churchill was delighted, and Hallmark sold 4.5 million Churchill cards the very first year, about half the number of Hallmark's alltime bestseller-a cart loaded with pansies that is suitable for almost every occasion...
Handkerchiefs Ready. A typical sob-coaxer is entitled Doctor Marigold. No doctor. Marigold is actually an itinerant peddler hawking his household wares from the footboard of his cart. His termagant wife cruelly beats their little daughter. During one of his spiels to the assembled yokelry, the wan and feverish tot dies in his arms. Turning on his wife, Marigold cries "Oh woman, woman, you'll never catch my little Sophy by her hair again, for she has flown away from you!" A paragraph later, Mrs. Marigold commits suicide (the river route). Handkerchiefs must be kept at the ready...
...telling him that she must repay the love and kindness of her surrogate father by being his companion and comforter. Tears in his own eyes, old Marigold proclaims the lovers man and wife with his blessing. Five years go by, when a tiny hand turns the doorknob of the cart door, followed by dark eyes and curly locks. "Grandfather," says the little girl. "She can speak!" cries Marigold, as "the happy and yet pitying tears fell rolling down [his] face...
...then to careers in larger companies-Choreographers Frederick Ashton, Antony Tudor, Andrée Howard, Agnes de Mille. Swaddled in wrinkled black tights and shapeless pink top. Teacher Rambert would roam the practice room correcting ("Long the arms"), scolding ("You use your leg like a mop"), occasionally doing exuberant cart wheels across the floor. Still as exuberant as ever, she now celebrates each birthday by doing a "fish dive" into the arms of the nearest partner...