Word: dears
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...completely routed erratic, sharp-tongued Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish, the chief rival claimant to leadership of U.S. (i.e., New York and Newport) society. The importance of the position she had won was fully apparent to Grace Vanderbilt. Said she on one occasion: "I feel deeply for poor dear Marie Antoinette, for if The Revolution came to America I should be the first...
What is dialectical materialism, the method of argument so dear to the Communist heart? The anti-Communist magazine Tarantel in Berlin gave the answer in the form of an anecdote. A priest, it seems, was explaining the matter to his parishioners. "Suppose," he said, "a clean man and a dirty man were each offered a bath. Which do you think would take it?" "The dirty one," answered his flock at once. "Oh no." said the priest. "The clean one took the bath, because he was used to being clean and the other used to being dirty. Now do you understand...
...Finger on the Trigger. The rest of the story is Copilot Felix Gaston's: "I thought to myself: I am a dead duck, a goner. Dear Lord, can't I even see my unborn child? I tried everything. I said I had eaten no breakfast and was dizzy. I pretended illness and asked for water and food. But he wouldn't open that door. I offered to intercede with [Defense Secretary Ramon] Magsaysay for him. I said the left engine was stalling and that we had to ditch the plane. I put on a life jacket, gave...
...Lear was about how fathers should be nice to their daughters," says Thornton), his wife read Yeats and Maeterlinck for their beauty. Mr. Wilder was always fearful for his children's spiritual safety, and was forever lecturing them on how to defend themselves against a wicked world. "Now, dear boy," he would say, twirling his amethyst watch fob, "even if you are at a bishop's table and you are served wine, I want you inconspicuously to turn down the glass." ("He meant 'conspicuously,' " Thornton smiles...
...amazement of his publishers-and of his father ("Well, of course, dear boy, I suppose every dog must have its -day .. .")-the Bridge was a runaway success. Its style was highly polished, its theme somewhat ambiguous, but "everybody" read it or talked about it. The bashful schoolteacher was suddenly famous. "A star of the first magnitude!" cried Billy Phelps. "The stuff of genius!" echoed William Rose Benét. The Bridge won the Pulitzer Prize, sold 300,000 copies in a year, was translated into French, German and three other languages. In Peru, tourist guides managed to find a site...