Word: frailness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Scott said: "I will not yield without a fight for it." Through the last six years of his life, he fought by writing. He produced a nine-volume life of Napoleon and in two years turned over ?40,000 to his creditors. He kept on writing bestsellers until his frail health finally cracked and he died at 61; later the sale of his works settled the last of the debts that helped kill...
Today, 82 and frail. Kobayashi rarely leaves his villa near Takarazuka. except for a monthly visit to his theater. Next day he sends cryptic memos to the directors. He still manages to keep his musical empire humming, brings eminent Western concert stars to the town (e.g., Singers Marian Anderson and Helen Traubel, Violinist Yehudi Menuhin). Early this year, he will repossess Takarazuka's Tokyo branch, which the occupation forces had turned into the famed Ernie Pyle movie theater. Last week the old showman ventured forth to take in a special show with a Christmas finale. Sample lyric...
Sitting next to each other in their regular places on the Republican side of the aisle were McCarthy and Utah's frail, grey Arthur Watkins, chairman of the select committee which recommended censure. Their chairs were only a couple of feet apart, but the space between their shoulders was twice that (each man leaned away from the other), and the distance between their convictions was immeasurable...
...three years at sea, Ho Chi Minh read avidly-Tolstoy, Zola, Shakespeare, Marx-and from all accounts had pretty rough sailing. He was seasick. He was almost swept overboard. He was too frail to lift the heavy copper stewpans, and got only ten francs for his first 8,000-mile voyage to France. At Marseille he was offended when prostitutes came on board. "Why don't the French civilize their own people," he asked, "before they pretend to civilize...
...their death warrant if Uncle Ho ever caught up with them. Last week several thousand refugees, fleeing from the Communist interior, got trapped on a sandbar off the coast of North Viet Nam. Before them lay the sea. Behind them lay the Communist land of compulsory joy. In frail craft, the braver, stronger ones made it out to the three-mile limit, where a French aircraft carrier waited to pick them up and take them south to freedom. But the others, it seemed, were doomed. If any ship came inside the three-mile limit to pick up the refugees...