Word: doves
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poodles (those feuding balletomanes, the Marquis de Cuevas and Choreographer Serge Li far) fought a duel with ostrich feathers to the music of Claire de Lune. Minerva the black panther (Callas) appeared in a red wig to music from Weber's Der Freischutz and devoured a chesty white dove (Tebaldi). Casarosa the old sheepdog (Rubi Rubirosa) pounced on two young things to Mendelssohn's Fingal's Cave Overture, fainted dead away while Ringmaster Max explained: "Casarosa isn't as young as he thinks he is.'' In a mad finale, the "God of the Press...
Down the Great West Road from London Airport, on 417 through Hounslow, Chiswick, Hammersmith and South Kensington, the dove-grey, open-top Rolls-Royce rolled into the heart of the great grey city. A small Stars and Stripes fluttered from the left fender; the license plate read "U.S.A. 1." From hundreds of thousands of Londoners thronging outside rows of semidetached brick houses, leaning out of town mansions, tumbling out of pubs, standing six deep in Hyde Park, the shouts went up: "Glad to see you, Ike," "Welcome," "Good for you, Ike." As the Rolls-Royce rolled into Grosvenor Square, from...
...Dove. Soon the conversation turned to atomic submarines. "It is better," said Kozlov amiably, "to build atomic surface vessels, because atomic submarines are for the purpose of destruction...
...King's next challenge to the brother who had saved his throne came with the recent arrest of Mohammed al Jasir, the scholarly editor of Riyadh's weekly newspaper Al Yamamah (The Dove), who had been casually tossed into jail, in the old way, by King Saud. Feisal heatedly protested that such arbitrary actions infringed on his new powers as Interior Minister. The King stared at him through his thick glasses, lumpily stood his ground. Feisal turned in his resignation...
...think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.' " Despite its irritating quality, the formless formula works well enough in evoking the often simultaneous boyhood moods of scorn, fear, sentimentality, barefootedness and gleeful obscenity. Writes Kerouac at wild random: "A young and silly dove is yakking in the blue, circling the brown and slushy river with yaks of pipsqueak joy," and "the mystery which I now see hugens, huger, into something beyond my Grook...