Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Waving black flags of protest and flourishing improvised spears, mobs roamed Bombay's streets.* One grey-bearded Gujarati shopkeeper hastily tried to bar his shop door. He was too late. One rioter knocked the old man down, beat his head in with a large rock. The shopkeeper's little daughter ran screaming to her father's side. The rioter smashed the rock into the child's face, and she collapsed in a small heap over her father's body...
...Aramburu made a nationwide radio speech that opened the door for disgusted Peronistas to throw in with the new regime: "Many pinned their hopes to [Peronista] banners full of vain promises. They did not make a mistake; they were led into it. The guilty were not the simple folk, but those who raised the fraudulent banners...
...husband's apron strings. Now and then, though, that wonderfully funny man lets everybody up for air with a perfect piece of Tomfoolery. What is finally funny about Ewell, though, is not what he does but what he is. He is all the guys who live next door rolled into one, and that one seems to be himself. However, anybody who thinks his act is as natural as it looks will probably believe that clipper ships just naturally sail into bottles...
Morris is the first to admit that much of his inspiration comes from Pacific Coast landscape. To find it, he need go no farther than the front door of his cliffside house, where he lives with his wife, Sculptress Hilda Morris, and ten-year-old son David. "Frequently fog makes islands of trees, very Oriental. This dissolves into misty atmosphere and double horizons. There's a vertical and horizontal thing going on, with the trees making the verticals." But Morris punctures the critics who have made a cult of the North west's Orient-influenced mysticism: "I guess...
...Seine from Giverny. His Dining Room in the Country (opposite) is one of the best examples of what impressionism became under Bonnard's brush. In it, the transition from the blue tablecloth set in the cool interior of what is probably Bonnard's summer house, past the door and window, framing a dark-haired woman, to the shimmering outdoor vibrations, becomes a melodic, orchestrated movement from calm interior repose to the joyous peacefulness of a summer...