Word: chinning
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...when she was well; and the tight feeling of fear about her beard! How nicely it ran down longer afraid. How "she would like to run her fingers through his silky beard. Plow nicely it ran down from his white hair past his big ears and around his chin! He was like a cleaned-up Santa Claus. And his big mustache was hanging like a curtain below his fleshy hooked nose. That nose was like the snout of an amiable tapir...
...Sacred Whisker." Charles I of England had his head chopped off in 1649. Some one pulled a whisker from the chin. That whisker became a "sacred" symbol to be venerated by Anglo-Catholics when they celebrated "King Charles the Martyr's Day," Jan. 30. At this veneration the Churchman, upright and respected Protestant weekly, took another crack last week when it reported the protest of Dean Howard Chandler Robbins of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine against "the tendency [of Anglo-Catholics] to import into America certain English viewpoints and emphases which are alien and exotic...
...Story begins in a Kentucky log cabin with one window, one door and a dirt floor. Lying on a pallet of cornhusks and bearskins, on Feb. 12, 1809, a slight, dark, grey-eyed woman with an accented chin and high cheekbones is delivered of a boy baby. A neighbor's kid runs down the road to see. "What you goin' to name him, Nancy?" Nancy Hanks Lincoln says, "Abraham, after his grandfather. . . . Be keerful, Dennis, fur you air the fust boy he's ever seen...
...classic freckled face. "Young Bob" did nothing effective save dodge, cover and stay conscious. His legs bore him well, and once or twice he looked awkward enough to be a dangerous Fitzsimmons. But the upshot was a decision for Delaney and sportdom's verdict that, though Young Bob's chin is in the paternal tradition, his fists and will...
Some 63 years ago this small man, now stocky with his 73 years of alert living and thinking, was squatting, a puny, untutored boy, on the back stoop of his Battle Creek home. Chin cupped in hands, he was pondering on what to make of himself, and as the kaleidoscope of boyish day dreams passed across his fancy, he pictured himself standing in the open door of a schoolhouse, beckoning to enter a long file of dirty, unkempt children. This vision, he has said, "gave me the idea of my life work. I must prepare to give a chance...