Word: crosses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...star of the program was Howard M. Brown. One of the supreme artists of our day on the modern flute, Brown demonstrated his versatility by performing with consummate skill on four diverse sizes of recorder as well as on an old wooden cross flute--all of which have utterly different playing techniques from the modern flute. The other musicians were Phyllis Olson, tenor and bass viola da gamba; and Daniel Heartz, harpsichord and lute...
...defense was led by tireless, flamboyant Manhattan Trial Lawyer Emile Zola Berman,* 53, a World War II Army Air Force intelligence officer (Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star), who took the case without pay, on the urging of a committee of New York lawyers and judges that rallied to help McKeon. Berman, with his three civilian and three military aides, set about trying to prove that training marches into Parris Island tidal swamps were common practice-and that the toughness and spirit of the Marine Corps are based on such disciplinary techniques. "Sergeant McKeon," rasped Berman in his nerve-pinching voice...
Only a few reconverts turned up. They sat cross-legged on the grass before pig-tailed Brahman pundits for half an hour's chanting of the Vedas, washed themselves with water from the sacred Ganges, and dropped incense on a fire of camphorwood and herbs. "You are again pure," said a swami. "You are once again Hindus...
...asks ailing listeners to place their hands on their radio sets while he intones: "We rebuke that vile disease. Satan, take your vile disease from that body. God bless everyone in the household, including old grandma or granddad with that old rheumatism." Inducements offered by others: a plastic cross that glows in the dark ("the glow of God's presence") and, for a certain sum, of course, "a genuine autographed picture of Jesus Christ...
Hero Glenn Ford is discovered in the guise of a meek and peace-loving storekeeper. Everybody in Cross Creek knows he hasn't packed a gun or tipped a glass in four years. But Glenn breaks out in a sweat whenever anybody mentions the shooting over at Silver Rapids. What's worse, he doesn't even pitch horseshoes with the old gang any more. Finally he bolts from the store, jounces into the saloon and announces, "I would like to go out of my mind." With the help of a bottle of raw hooch, he darn near...