Word: forlorned
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...Under the arching roof of Nanking's new railroad station thousands of unwashed, penniless students from Honan and Shantung are camped on the dirty cement floor, waiting for a train to resettle them somewhere below the Yangtze. One plays a forlorn tune on a two-stringed Chinese violin. Others huddle beneath filthy grey quilts, while streams of noisy, heavy-laden travelers flow around them. The pump is their lavatory. Their guardian, the Education Ministry, can feed them only one rice meal daily-usually around midnight...
...Belgium, was coaxed into a plane. Two hours later, the plane put down at England's Bovingdon Airport to pick up another passenger. The Aga Khan's grey colt Nathoo, winner of the Irish Derby, was taken aboard. The flying horses were U.S.-bound on a forlorn hope: they were going to meet Citation, the greatest race horse...
...street corners, people gathered to haggle over the exchange rate between Soviet and Western marks or to buy black market herring. At the Anhalter station, where the city's food supplies from the Western zones used to roll in, before the Russians blocked the railway, only a few forlorn figures stirred-an old man in ill-fitting Wehrmacht breeches, a pasty blonde in a threadbare dress. Between the idle, rusting tracks, wisps of grass and thin white flowers sprouted...
...Fascists with equal vigor in Hungary. He had lectured in England, was on intimate terms with Britain's royal family. Since 1938 he had lived in the U.S., teaching at New York's New School for Social Research. He had taken the job of minister in the forlorn hope that Hungary's Communist-dominated "coalition" government could be brought to a more friendly attitude toward the democratic U.S. After a "refresher" visit back home last year, he knew that that job was all but impossible. Last week he loosed a blast at his government, and also announced...
...Maharaja of Kapurthala's daughter inlaw, Princess Brinda, preparing to return home, looked back on the winter in Manhattan, submitted a visitor's impression to a New York Post reporter. "New York men and women," said she, "are lovelorn, forlorn, and emotionally torn. The men don't understand their women, and the women don't understand their men." Solution? "I suggest that your husbands and wives sit together silently in meditation for at least one hour...