Word: daybreaks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...deriving from the scarcity of hours in the day. No sooner does he leave his kitchen table in the morning and pass through the Moorish lobby of his apartment building than he is besieged by a horde of political suppliants who have been crouched there like Arab beggars since daybreak. No sooner does he arrive at his office as Secretary of State than in troops a platoon of prospective cosmetology board officials, ready to have De Sapio administer the oath in which, as required by law, they swear to adhere to the Constitution of the United States of America...
...primarily interested in a phony buck, any way he can get it. When Silvana meets a no-count count (Michael Rennie), Vittorio sees his chance to do some three-cushion pimping. In the upshot Silvana gets drunk at a costume ball, has an experience with the count: "It was daybreak before I could leave-humiliated-disgusted ... I didn't know where I could hide-where I could run to." The manager (Shelley Winters) of a mambo troupe (actually Katherine Dunham's) suggests that Silvana go along with them. Says Shelley: "This girl has a very important talent...
...daybreak one morning, a girl with a bright kerchief over her head walked into the chapel of the Maryknoll mother house near Ossining, N.Y. in the company of a group of black-hooded sisters. Soon, the religious were intent on their missals, following the recital of the Mass, while the visitor slyly tried to peer about without moving her head. The sisters were full of piety; the girl in the kerchief was full of curiosity. She was TIME Researcher Deirdre Mead Ryan, at work on the week's cover story...
...yesterday's storm, the heavy seas forced back two Coast Guard vessels which had set out at daybreak to search of ra missing fisherman...
...Before daybreak, May 20, Lindbergh arrives at Roosevelt Field to find a light, dismal drizzle falling. The field is mushy. The Spirit of St. Louis is shrouded and dripping. Reporters and a handful of onlookers shake their heads. "It's more like a funeral procession than the beginning of a flight to Paris." As the engine warms up, it is 30 r.p.m. low. The stick wobbles sluggishly in the taxiing run; water and mud spew from the tires, drum on the fabric. Lindbergh, at the head of the runway, opens the throttle. Three times he lifts his plane from...