Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Camphor balls and chrysanthemums mingled their odors in stately Meiji Memorial Hall last week as eager bridegrooms in rented cutaways thronged Tokyo's biggest marriage center to claim their kimonoed brides. In the corridors couples stood ten and twelve deep, waiting to go through the sake-drinking ceremony known as three-times-three-is-nine. Between marriages, the blue-and-white-robed Shinto priests, whose duty it is to provide suitable flute music, raced to washrooms to soak their aching fingers in hot water...
...said that Ernest Hemingway's characters were "anthropoids," that those of Dos Passes were "diminished marionettes." He cham pioned Pareto, James Farrell and Robert Frost, denounced Van Wyck Brooks, Thomas Wolfe and practically everyone else. Of modern Western women he said: "I should like to call them buxom, deep-breasted, strong-thewed, fit to be mates and mothers of big men. Mathematics forbids; too high a percentage of them are just fat. They must be the bulwark of the corset industry...
...today it has more than 1,000. More than 100 of them sprouted in the past two years alone. Most are community or college orchestras whose budgets are less than $125,000 a year and whose players earn their livings outside the ranks. The orchestras grew out of a deep and often overlooked cultural need in their communities...
...deep in shock, with hardly any blood pressure. Plasma and whole blood were pumped into him. The skin of his nose was torn; his eyes were swollen shut; his face was almost black. His shoulders and thighs were covered with bruises; a hemorrhage in his left eye poured blood continuously. His heart, kidneys, liver and stomach had been damaged by internal air pressure or the terrible g forces. He sank into unconsciousness, and, while he lay dully on his bed, Air Force and Navy flight surgeons tramped through his room. At one time 18 specialists were crowding around...
...took only a few months at the Western front as an enlisted man in the Kaiser's infantry to turn Grosz's boyhood love of military panoply into a deep hatred of war. He was twice invalided, the second time to a military hospital for the shell-shocked and insane. After discharge Grosz found the subject that made his reputation: the postwar nightmare of inflation-ridden Berlin. Grosz glared at the world with jaundiced, penetrating eye, set down the characters he saw in portraits etched in gall: frozen-faced Prussian officers, lecherous, high-collared industrialists, black-marketeers, mutilated...