Word: eagerly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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That was the way a vast majority of the people's representatives on Capitol Hill wanted it to be. But not everyone was content to leave it that way. Among those who were not was Admiral Robert B. (for Bostwick) Carney, eager Chief of Naval Operations. Apparently aiming to prepare the public, Admiral Carney gave reporters his off-the-record estimate that the Chinese Communists would probably begin an attack on the offshore islands by the end of April...
From Washington, the Premier went on a week-long whirl through New York, Philadelphia. Detroit and Chicago (Foreign Minister Gaetano Martino was going to San Francisco and Los Angeles). In Manhattan, where Scelba was welcomed by a cheering crowd, eager greeters pumped his hands and bussed his glowing pink cheeks. Some excavation workers called out: "Hi Mario! Paesan!" In two garment factories Italian-American seamstresses welcomed him with kisses, songs, dances and sentimental weeping. Amidst all the emotion Scelba shed a happy tear or two himself...
Every successful TV quiz show should have on its four-member panel 1) an eager beaver, 2) a funnyman, 3) a seriocomic (i.e., someone not quite as eager as the eager beaver and not quite as consciously funny as the funnyman), and 4) a guest or representative citizen...
...eager beaver is What's My Line?'s Dorothy Kilgallen, who often seems to have patterned her technique on that of tenacious Lawrence Spivak of Meet the Press. Hearst-Columnist Kilgallen is distinguished by her no-nonsense approach and her relentless slicing away of extraneous issues in solving such epic equations as whether a contestant is a rabbit poacher or a gravedigger by trade. Says Moderator John Daly admiringly: "Dottie follows a logical, syllogistic construction: she is more of a technician and a scientist in her approach." The only other quizzer to come close to equaling her eager...
...they have that illusion, for Author Compton-Burnett devotes the rest of Mother & Son to hammering home a vital truth: those who consent to live under tyranny can never be released from it, not even by the death of the tyrant. The bereaved men make desperate proposals of marriage; eager spinsters hurry to accept them; but it is no use. By the last page, everything is just as Miranda would want it: both her men have proved unmarriageable, bound by force of habit and inclination to the dead regime...