Word: faces
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Vice President had a tête-à-tête with the President of the U. S. Shortly after he emerged, an inconsequential item of news began to trickle through Washington. Political quidnuncs listened to it with blank surprise. If they had been told that in the face of pending Congressional action on a phalanx of important New Deal bills Franklin Roosevelt had decided to go off on a fishing trip, they would have been only mildly surprised. But this was man-bites-dog. John Nance Garner was going fishing in Texas, off for an indefinite vacation...
...Homer Martin felt he must save his union's face. He called for a mass meeting at Monroe of union men from Michigan, Ohio and Indiana. Mayor Knaggs, who already had a large part of his aroused constituents under arms, appealed vociferously to Governor Murphy for militia and State police to protect his city from the expected mob. The Governor finally arranged that the meeting should be held at a State park three miles from Monroe, promised to have 350 guardsmen on hand to keep the union men out of the anti-union town and also see that...
...months ago, after a long hard session of work, Dr. Fishbein suffered an attack of Bell's palsy. The right side of his face hung slack as a bloodhound's jowls. Anna, his wife, "was frantic." He went to bed at once. Neurologists tickled him with electric currents, and an orthopedist stripped his face in a brace. This supported his facial muscles until the nerves recovered and took charge of muscular tone. After three and a half weeks Dr. Fishbein recovered with no residual grimace...
...boat is moored upon the strand, My face is to the sea. I hold the tiller in my hand And wait the tide that calls...
...agony of the hot tears that blister his fevered cheeks as he nightly kisses the parched lips and looks upon the famine-pinched faces of his children, as they go supperless to their bed of straw! Who can tell the anguish of his heart when the wife of his bosom bends over him with her pale, earnest face, and, as she wipes the fever-drops from his brow, with the sublime energy of woman's endurance, whispers resignation, hope! . . . How different would be the condition of such a person, if, in the days of his health and strength...