Word: forgot
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...settled down in Colorado, crossed the high wire 86 times in all. His children grew up; his wife died. The world forgot him. He was old and arthritic. Three years ago, hungry for applause, he looked up at the high wire still hanging rustily across the canyon, decided to walk it once again...
Rumania's Amazonian Foreign Minister Ana Pauker, wearing a New Look dress of white-flowered blue silk, with a grey lizard handbag, rose and in stumbling Russian said she had always cherished that language as her mother tongue. She had to be prompted by an assistant when she forgot the Russian word for "love."* At the end she mopped her brow in obvious relief. After these satellite tributes, English was voted down 7-3. (Next day the Bulgarians, Hungarians and Yugoslavs switched from Russian to French for their speeches...
Tears & Tipoffs. Some of the star reports have not worn well. Reporter Henry Morton Stanley greets Explorer David Livingstone (1871) with his famed question and then, like any cub, confesses that he forgot everything else that was said or happened. Charlie Mitchell battles John L. Sullivan to bare-knuckled exhaustion in 39 rounds in France, but wide-eyed young Arthur Brisbane at the ringside (1888) spends many words on the picturesque surroundings and oddities of the French...
...almost down and the quiet purple dusk of the lowlands was rising in the east when the Queen spoke to her people. Housewives fixing supper put down their pots and men in cafés forgot their drinks; bicyclists in the streets stopped to listen at loudspeakers. Queen Wilhelmina's voice was tired and choked with emotion...
...around in the industry's top (or second) drawer, announced: "During the past five or six years our production efforts have been just too damned arty. We've been shooting over the heads of our ticket buyers and . . . audiences have not been happy . . . because, seemingly, our producers forgot all about their tastes...