Word: foreheaded
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...last year William Alexander Percy, a slight, short Mississippian with a broad, tall forehead, gave up the management of his 3,000-acre plantation, gave up his 30-year law practice, and settled down to putter, think, remember. Last week Northerners and Southerners could read in Lanterns on the Levee just what kind of memories he had. They covered 54 years of an active, sensitive, civilized life. They showed their author to be not only the "poet laureate of Mississippi" and one of the South's bigger planters, but a U. S. aristocrat in the Greek sense...
This diplomatic incident was reinterpreted last week by the German in question. Receiving newsmen, he proved to be a middle-sized battler with an adhesive patch on his forehead. He introduced himself as Dr. Karl Becker, 42, metal-type salesman, and admitted protesting to the café management that it was unpleasant to hear an English tune repeated. He said he had asked for a German waltz and that Mr. Earle, unknown to him as the U. S. Minister, had then called him a "dirty Nazi" several times and finally struck him with a bottle. Dr. Becker said...
...Becker claimed that his forehead injury had been certified by a doctor as having been caused by a harder object than a fist, said he had filed insult-&-injury charges against Minister Earle just for the looks of the thing...
...last month the brothers strode into court attired in black Homburgs, black overcoats, elegantly-gathered silk scarves. Six-foot Edith wore a hat like a medieval mitre clapped dead-straight on her resolute forehead. The courtroom was packed with publishers, booksellers, literary celebrities, including pro-Sitwell witnesses, Novelist Charles Morgan (The Fountain), and Sinologist Arthur Waley...
Earl Carlson was born in Minneapolis during the blizzard of 1897. He was injured by forceps, and still bears a scar on his forehead. He had to crawl on all fours till he was five, but was robust and mischievous. One day, to his mother's amazement, little Earl's flailing arms stole some apples from a fruit stand. "It was the first time that my hand had ever done my bidding," he said. "My stolen apples gave me the clue, not followed up for years, that the secret of control for the muscularly handicapped lies in concentration...