Word: eyeing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...play? "Look," she replied, "I did the best I could in a couple of hours' entertainment. That many men would just clutter up the stage." The judge had to warn the audience not to laugh or applaud. Mae gave the rest of the cast an approving eye, told them: "You're doin' all right. The first readin' was terrific...
...little to laugh at in his practice-which is bluntly described by the Journal of the American Medical Association as "Koch's cancer quackery"-though the families of his patients have often seen the point, too late. For years the federal Food & Drug Administration has had a suspicious eye on Dr. Koch. But last week he was still doing business at the same old stand: his "Koch Foundation," an old brownstone house on Detroit's East Jackson Street. And Dr. Koch's business was still brisk (about $100,000 a year...
Wrote one: "Professional cultivators in the days of imperial patronage developed more than 20 rare varieties of wondrous beauty . . . Many old established residents . . . have kept up the cultivation of goldfish in their private pools. In my courtyard there are several dozen fish, including the rare Red Dragon-Eye and the Five-Flowered Phoenix ... If this ridiculous foreign project [DDT spraying] is carried out, it will mean the end of all Peiping's goldfish. Then what man will be able to sit under his peng on a warm summer day and study the gentle undulations of fins and tails...
...factness that makes a commonplace of every act of fantastic nerve and daring. Pretorius spent years in unexplored territory and established precarious friendships with cannibals and tribes openly committed to the exclusion of whites. He had a good ear for their dialects, which he learned, and a nice inquiring eye for aboriginal customs. In one tribe he found what must have been the simplest form of courtship and marriage short of caveman seizure. The boy picked his girl, left a goat in front of her father's hut and got his wife. No words spoken, no fuss, no marriage...
When the fit is on him, Author Allen writes with some economy and an eye for the telling detail. But in general, he lets his wagon ride cheerfully in all the worn ruts of narrative, less concerned with where he is going than with what can be seen along the way. Stern readers, for whom an adventure story is not enough, may well ask, "Is this trip necessary?" and for them the answer is no; but those who like historical atmosphere laid on thickly and with some skill will find it in Hervey Allen's latest...