Word: flickeringly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first full day in the convention city, Nixon received a silver candlestick and an endorsement from the Young Republicans, saw delegations from Michigan, Wisconsin, New York (where Tom Dewey had given him an unqualified, effective endorsement), Pennsylvania and Missouri (where Delegation Chairman Elroy Bromwich remained a feeble flicker of anti-Nixon sentiment). Next day came eight more delegations, and the day after that, nine. Also on the program: a trip to the International Airport to greet Dwight Eisenhower...
...Flicker of Flame." Said Pilot Hancox later: "There was a flicker of flame from under the right wing. Then it became a ball of fire and he fell. I followed him down and dropped a float light in the middle of the burning gasoline, and began to sweep the area. I would have landed if I had spotted anybody. I didn't drop parachute flares because the moon and the fire itself gave me plenty of light...
Three times the Cummings glow has threatened to flicker out when his career seemed to reach a dead end: 1) on Broadway, 2) in the movies, and 3) on television. But last week, at 46, he was up to a candlepower to brighten any mother's eye as he starred in his own Bob Cummings Show (Thurs. 8 p.m., CBS), made a guest appearance with Perry Como, and played host (with his children: Robert, 10, and Melinda, 8) on CBS's Circus Highlights from Madison Square Garden...
...Church of the Holy Sepulchre looms in the dusk beneath a skeleton of steel girders that shores it up, a byproduct of the 1927 earthquake. A group of Greek Orthodox priests in conical hats chat quietly in the courtyard, and inside a Russian nun kneels beneath the dim flicker of three lanterns to kiss the Stone of Unction, where Christ's body is supposed to have been anointed for burial (several such Stones of Unction are said to have been kissed away by pilgrims...
...Harvard . . . Our collaboration in college came about by accident. I was banging out a melody at the piano, one afternoon, when Sherwood dropped in. He listened for a few minutes and I turned to him and said, "All I need is a lyric." Without so much as a flicker, he grabbed some paper and began drafting the rhythm on which to base his lines. I have heard of rapid composers but I doubt if any other American lyricist could equal the speed of Sherwood, or, for that matter, could compose finer poems. His skill was uncanny...