Word: eye
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last winter a chunky, cheerful man toured Palestine in an open convertible. He looked at the limestone hills and green settlements with a soldier's eye. This hilltop, he would say, should be fortified; that gully would be ideal for a withdrawal if necessary. To strangers he was introduced as "Mr. Stone." His real name was David ("Mickey") Marcus, late of West Point, New York City and the U.S. Army...
...word went round Jersey Joe Walcott's training camp that Champion Joe Louis was worried. He actually sent a spy over to scout the enemy. But when the champ's agent arrived, Walcott's men gave him the eye-and the bum's rush. They had him halfway out the door before Jersey Joe intervened. "Let him watch," he ordered. Then Challenger Walcott, using pillowy 16-oz. gloves, neatly flattened a sparring partner. Said he: "Tell Nicholson to take that back to Louis...
...starchy, pince-nezed dean (for 25 years), "map-minded" history professor, U.S. delegate to the conference that founded UNESCO, outspoken feminist, internationalist and F.D.R. Democrat. More respected than beloved, Atlanta-born Dean Thompson briskly shook hands on registration day with every new Vassar girl, thereafter kept a cold eye on grades and credits until commencement...
...long would the gentlemen keep their distance? Not much longer, thought the Osaka Prefectural Education Committee. Last week, with an eye to future emergencies, the committee issued a one-page Etiquette Concerning the Association Between Boys and Girls for all school kids. Principal pointers: "All associations between the two sexes must be lucid; there must be no secrets . . . Don't confuse friendship with love . . . Avoid physical contact with the opposite sex . . . Use straightforward, refined, beautiful language . . . When visiting one of the opposite sex, you must sit facing each other. It is not good etiquette to sit alongside each other...
Margery Sharp has a sharp eye. But it takes more than that to be a really good writer. In her slight, pleasant novels (The Nutmeg Tree, Cluny Brown) she has neatly observed the small, telling details of social manners that weightier novelists often pass by. Her special gift is sketching, snippily but without too much malice, the idiosyncratic types that seem still to populate the English countryside as in the days of Jane Austen. (This gift has paid off well; three of her novels have been chosen as monthly selections by the Book-of-the-Month Club...