Word: fetched
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Thierry's work was so sure that many a viewer suspected trickery. One afternoon a fur-coated lady exclaimed: "I can't believe that this child has produced all these paintings without someone else's guidance." A messenger was sent to fetch a set of brushes, a dozen tubes of paint and a blank canvas. While the fascinated gallerygoers watched, young Thierry went to work, within two hours completed another exquisite still life...
...James Thrall Soby, writing in the Saturday Review: "If the prices for Matisse, Picasso, Rouault and Bonnard have tripled or quadrupled since the war, those of some of their less overwhelming colleagues have soared in far greater proportion ... A Kandinsky costing less than $1,000 in 1930 would now fetch about $8,000; a Mondrian actually bought by an American museum 20 years ago for $400 would be almost $10,000 today . . . Paul Klees, which used to be less than $500, are now ten times that price and going up steadily...
...Africa as the piano accompanist of a vaudeville singer, and soon she had cut her way through the upper crust of three continents. Included among the names she drops: Actress Elsie Jams' mother, a thrifty Ohio housewife intent on buying her way into British society ("John dear, fetch a 75? Corona for the noble lord"), Mrs. O.H.P. Belmont, arbiter of New York society ("Every woman should marry twice-the first time for money, the second time for love"), and Sir Lionel Phillips, a South African millionaire who would look at his own portrait and sardonically quote Whistler: "The innate...
...Lady-Killer. Little Leo has no idea what Marian thinks about marrying Lord Trimingham. He only knows that she is his boyish ideal of a goddess and that he worships her beauty almost as much as Lord Trimingham's viscountcy. To fetch and carry for Maid Marian is heaven to Leo-especially when she asks him to carry a secret letter from her to Ted Burgess and rewards him with "an enchanting smile...
...never thought of himself as a "literary" man. He rode with the Arizona Rangers, drank in campfire tales, covered many of the cattle and mining wars. He looks back with comfortable nostalgia on the people of the Old West. "Any of them would have ridden 30 miles to fetch you a doctor or they'd share their last bit of grub with you. But they wouldn't go to jail for you, or accept an insult," he says with a leathery grin. "The modern cowboy, good man that he is, is not my sort of fellow, jiggling about...