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...pale as the primrose," and once looked at Hazlitt with so fetching an expression in her eyes that he never really recovered. Of her remarkable eyes Hazlitt wrote later: "I might have spied in their glittering motionless surface, the rocks and quicksands that awaited me below." After months of fruitless wooing, Hazlitt learned that the landlord's daughter loved another man. He asked her to describe her lover. She pointed to a statuette on Hazlitt's mantelpiece. "[He is like] that little image," she said. It was a statuette of Napoleon. Hazlitt hurled the bust to the floor...
...sequence on the long search for radium in the poor woodshed laboratory of the Curies is so well done that it almost makes the spectator tired. The search progresses until the search seems fruitless and then in a flash they realize their triumph. The triumph may seem anti-climactic but this is a story which must be understood in its wider context of radium's benefits to mankind...
...hatbox. When she went back to get it, a man asked her to sing for him. She was in a hurry, but graciously agreed. The man was Song Writer Lew Brown. With him was Agent Al Rosen. So impressed was Agent Rosen by Judy's singing that for fruitless months he lugged the child around the Hollywood studios while casting directors stopped, looked, cried "too young," and refused to listen. One day Judy gained the ear of M.G.M.'s Jack Robbins. He was so excited that he induced Louis B. Mayer to hear Judy personally. Reverently the great...
Mulish sterility is an old slander of this branch of the Equidae, based on a half-truth. The couplings of mule and mule are fruitless (the genetic grounds: incompatibility of chromosomes). But as in the case of Farmer Vermaak's sport, a mule mare now & then carries her own dam's chromosomes-and once in some 200,000 encounters meets the stallion that has her (germ-cell) number...
...Memorial Hospital just before her baby was born. Later that week the young mother was able to tell her story. She had come from a north Texas town four days earlier to rejoin her husband, a cadet at the San Antonio aviation cadet school. Tired and worn down after fruitless room-hunting, she had spent three nights in the ladies' lounge of the Gunter, four days in the lobby waiting for a phone call from her husband...