Word: curiouser
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...himself unpopular at Wimbledon last week. In the semifinals, he alienated the fans by kneeling with his head down on the grass like a Mohammedan at sunset, or just lying prone at the baseline to rest for the next point. London's press arched an eyebrow at his "curious mannerisms" and "irritating demeanor." Explained Falkenburg: "I was tired...
Brass Bands. The arrival of candidates heightened the noise and confusion. Harold Stassen got in first. His welcoming party cheered at the wrong railway car, found itself greeting Alf Landon instead. After that, the pumping of brass bands, the milling of the curious, the sound of police sirens and applause were repeated over & over as Tom Dewey, Bob Taft and Earl Warren made their entrances...
...Florence B., a scallop boat, was scalloping along off the New Jersey coast last week, in 105 feet of water, 50 miles southeast of Ambrose Lightship. Among the scallops the rake dredged up a curious object: a gigantic tooth that would have taken a Paul Bunyan dentist with forceps the size of crossed crowbars to extract. The tooth was 6.5 inches long and Weighed 3.7 pounds. The roots were rust-colored and scaly, but the hard crown was jet black, as if the owner had chewed betel nuts...
...huge, unlit Albert Hall, while cleaners dusted, the critics and the curious watched as Sir Malcolm Sargent stopped the London Philharmonic Orchestra for the 18th time to cry "No, no! ... Back to bar 175 again." Finally, looking at his watch, he muttered, "Only two minutes more. My God, I must have this again." Composer Schnabel, bent over his score, nodded his huge, bristly head with sympathy. Two years ago, the Minneapolis Symphony had taken 25 rehearsals before it dared to give Schnabel's treacherous piece its first U.S. hearing...
Whodunit? Author Gertrude Stein never comes right out and says, and a second reading of her posthumous Blood on the Dining-Room Floor doesn't help much. This curious fling at mystery-story writing by the late expatriate mumbo-jumboist never even admits that a murder is a murder is a murder. And there is no detective in the story to clear things...