Word: drew
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Dwight Eisenhower's first Canadian visit in five years drew few such baldly emotional responses from Ottawans, who take a certain capital dwellers' pride in public impassivity before distinguished guests. But as the three days of speechmaking, banqueting and wreath laying wore on, one thing became clear: they liked Ike. Canadians esteem forthrightness. And the rankling, remediable grievances between good neighbors Ike discussed with a reasonableness and a courage unmistakable to his hosts (see HEMISPHERE). With his frankness, the President opened a new corridor of cordiality in U.S. relations with its next-door neighbor to the north...
Caught in the eavesdropping act: Jack Anderson, a legman for Newspeeper Columnist Drew Pearson, and Baron (name, not title) Ignatius Shacklette, chief investigator for the House Special Subcommittee on Legislative Oversight and a veteran congressional shamus. Next day the House subcommittee fired Shacklette (but Pearson kept Anderson on, saying: "I need him"). Then, the Goldfine entourage, hastened by a belated report from Goldfine's secretary, Mildred Paperman, that her room had been rifled of important documents, moved out of the Sheraton-Carlton amid much tub-thumping and hoopla, took up new quarters across K Street in 19 rooms...
These thrusts stung Missouri-born Bill Blakley, who heaped his pile from nothing to an estimated $200 million (he once drew a $5,000,000 check) in Texas banking, oil, insurance and ranching. In the classic bob-and-weave, Blakley both deprecated his riches and boasted of them; after all, he said, his parents were poor and he was "earning a man's wage" at 14. Then he uncoiled some flickering jabs...
...With his hooked paw. the Devil drew me toward God," wrote a crazy mixed-up Frenchman named Joris-Karl Huysmans. He was never so crazy as when he earnestly took up diabolism. The record of his descent to the depths among the witches and warlocks of Paris was written in the first year of the '90s, and nothing more appalling appeared in the rest of that de cadent decade. Là-Bas, now republished in the U.S., might well call to the mind of old-fashioned readers Browning...
Working with special cellulose paints guaranteed not to rub off or chip, Artist Bernard Buffet turned out a typical still life complete with pink fish, got an offer of 2,000,000 francs ($5,000) for it. Cocteau drew a doodle, surrounded it with blue blobs. Tube-Squirter Georges Mathieu held himself down, produced only some wispy black lines and fuchsia smears. Oldtime Surrealist Léonor Fini turned her refrigerator into a Chinese lacquer box decorated with stalking cats...