Word: dawned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Republic. His strongest single asset was his growing popularity among the most forgotten people in French politics: ordinary citizens. Opening a school here, laying a cornerstone there, Mendes was dramatizing his "New Deal" in glowing phrases. A sample: "The wind is rising, morning is here, we are at the dawn of a new France." With the French people aroused and behind him, he hopes to bend the quarreling politicians to his will...
...soul-sick for no clearly apparent reason; a flapper who literally sinks her teeth into nice young men; a nice young man; a Jewish intellectual who can't make up his mind whether he wants to be a quarter-miler or just a social climber. Comes the dawn, and the "lone eagles" turn into "a covey of sitting ducks." One of them also turns into a dead pigeon. The others boozing, cynical or hitting the Prufrock-bottom of resignation-live by remembering. Almost everybody sooner or later tries to shoot himself or else to write a book. Promising Author...
...episode was related by William Taylor Johnson of Virginia Beach, Va., a contractor who built five Powell-approved projects. In August 1950, he said, Powell came from Washington and went to the nearby Dunes Club to gamble. "He had quite a few drinks" and lost heavily, Johnson said. At dawn they returned to Johnson's home but were followed by the Dunes Club operators, who demanded $3,000 to cover Powell's losses at dice. Johnson related that he gave Powell money to pay off the gamblers...
They rounded the corner, stealthily advancing on the girls' dormitories. Suddenly, on the bridge ahead, there appeared the figure of a single policeman, outlined against the dawn. 'Where do you think you guys are going?" he barked. Nobody heard, or at least nobody listened, for they continued to advance. Finally, frustrated by the incongruity of 170 red-coated, instrument-bearing Harvard bandsmen, marching irresistably in the early light, the Cornell policeman yielded, "There's over a hundred of you, and only one of me," he admitted dourly. "I can't stop...
...police car, and his noblest ambition used to be to look like Tom Mix. The Good Families of Walnut Creek tolerate these goings-on as long as Jack remembers that there are two kinds of folks: those who make the laws and those who obey them. Then one hot dawn Jack finds the nymphomaniac daughter of a Good Family ice-picked to death. When Jack sets out to help track down the murderers, the yarn gets both confusing and gamy. What saves it is that Author Gwaltney has a foxy ear for cracker talk, a gift for deft characterization...