Word: faces
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...such purposes Dr. Wyckoff was ideal. His impeccable reputation, his potent offices were jury-proof. His fame, the demands of his jobs and of his practice made him just that more likely to take the evidence presented him in consultation at their face values, without waste of precious time...
When Preacher Lee mounted his pulpit he cried, "This is not a publicity stunt." Photographers' bulbs flashed in his face. "What I mean," he continued, "is that there is a real purpose behind my preaching. If it brings publicity which will bring converts to the faith, then all is well." While a crowded, sandwich-munching congregation gawped, Preacher Lee launched his sermon, using no notes, expounding God and Christ chapter by chapter from the Bible. He was still in Genesis when the dietitian brought him dinner, which afforded a digression. "I never liked spinach. . . . And I never liked turnips...
...this awkward arrangement, no less than seven bills were introduced in the present Congress. Two have now merged into the McCarran-Lea Bill which would put the airlines almost entirely under the non-political jurisdiction of the I.C.C. This bill emerged from committee last week and is soon to face a vote. Few sincerely airminded persons in the U. S. oppose it. The Air Line Pilots' Association unanimously voted in favor of I.C.C. jurisdiction; all the airlines devoutly hope the McCarran-Lea Bill will pass. They have, however, been slow to say so because they fear offending the potent...
High in the backwoods 14 miles from the Tennessee River opposite Guntersville, Ala. lived 75-year-old Grandma Georgia LeMaster, a shrunken little woman writh a thin, still face and hands like corded leather. Mrs. LeMaster set great store by her grandson's shepherd dog, a big black mongrel named Nero. One day last week, Nero was disporting himself on the public highway. Along came Houston Sims, driving over Grassy Mountain in his car. There was a yelp, and when Mrs. LeMaster got to the road, Nero was dying in the dust...
Quite apart from these external matters the canvas contains within itself a wealth of interest in color and design and painter's craftsmanship. The yellowish pink of the coat, subtly blended, carries enough red to harmonize with the man's ruddy face and brown hair. The white of the neck-cloth, dotted with red, arbitrates between...