Word: fingers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Luxembourg, Luxembourg, where is that on this map?" huffed France's famed statesman Aristide Briand at a diplomatic conference many years ago. "My dear Briand," suggested a young Luxembourger named Joseph Bech, "if you will just lift up your little finger from the map you will find it." Today as huge, shaggy and leonine as Briand was himself, Joseph Bech, 66, is the durable dean of European statesmen. He has been a member of Luxembourg's government since 1921, her Foreign Minister since 1926, her minister for Foreign Commerce, National Defense and Wine Culture almost as long. Last...
...wife and I want to know what he was doing. Surely it was not to test the wind velocity as he never looked up at his extended hand. Certainly it was not to detect the moisture on his finger tips from the blades of grass. If it were just to detect the type of turf and the footing why the extended hand? Also we saw no motions between the young scientist (?) and the press box. I realize Harvard has a School of Mines but surely he was not looking for uranium in the Yale Bowl. Incidentally, one of his observations...
...Elis have devised a "smoker's kit" which they hope will be a satisfactory substitute. The kit includes life-savers to take the place of smoke rings, matches to light friends cigarettes, and a nail file for people who want to smoke and also wish to spare their finger nails...
When I was a lad in college, all my wise compatriots were busy writing learned essays on world matters, communism, literature and the arts. Some were busily joining the Communist party... A few of us earned the finger of scorn from our betters since we devoted ourselves mainly to the pursuit of happiness, coeds and corn whisky and read only the sports pages. Of that group, most of them grew up to succeed. The long-skulls who wrote the learned essays for the campus paper wound up as minor clerks and press agents...
...French garage mechanic after he was dropped behind the German lines. The book told how DuPre helped smuggle Allied flyers out of enemy territory until the Gestapo picked him up. The Nazis tortured him with a sulphuric-acid enema, poured boiling water into his clamped-open mouth, squashed his finger in a vise, gave him savage beatings, etc. But DuPre, by his own account, never told the Germans anything, just mumbled dumbly, "I don't know," until he was finally released...