Word: gate
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...British with Their Cameras!" Unknown to the Russians, the people's attention by now had largely turned on an extraordinary drama at the Branden-burger Tor itself. A tall, dark youth had climbed the gate and was wrestling with the red flag on top. The crowd watched his progress with the hushed awe of an audience at an acrobatic show-even as pistol shots sporadically cracked out from the far side along Unter den Linden. Now the crowd cried: "Anbrennen!" (Burn it!). The first youth failed to get the flag down; two more tried, and the third finally sent...
Eagerly the crowd closed in on the flag, tore pieces from it. Suddenly the whine of a racing jeep motor sent the people scurrying. Soviet soldiers had finally looked around just in time to see the flag coming down. Their jeep roared up to the gate, swung sharply around to face the crowd from Soviet territory. Five Russian soldiers swung their Tommy guns menacingly; three shots were fired...
...theatrical season," wrote the New York Star's new drama critic last week, "got tangled in the starting gate Tuesday night, and all bets are temporarily off." That sounded more like a sport-writer than a play reviewer-and it was, sure enough. The reviewer, who got off to a somewhat better start than Sundown Beach (see THEATER), was John Lardner, 36, chipperest off the old block of all the late great Humorist Ringgold Wilmer Lardner's four sons...
...Great Gate. The day of the funeral, it rained. With admirable restraint, nobody wrote that "Even the skies wept for the Babe"-except the New York Times's Sport Columnist Arthur Daley, who passed off the remark on a defenseless taxi driver. In St. Patrick's Cathedral, Francis Cardinal Spellman presided at a Requiem Mass (attended by 6,000), with Governor Dewey, New York's Mayor O'Dwyer and Boston's Mayor Curley as pallbearers. The press reported that 75,000 people were "in the area," which could be said of Rockefeller Center any weekday...
...Gift at the Gate. Jungle Man, Pretorius' autobiography (he,died in 1945), could have done with a dash of the Hemingway talent. It is competently written, but with a calm matter-of-factness that makes a commonplace of every act of fantastic nerve and daring. Pretorius spent years in unexplored territory and established precarious friendships with cannibals and tribes openly committed to the exclusion of whites. He had a good ear for their dialects, which he learned, and a nice inquiring eye for aboriginal customs. In one tribe he found what must have been the simplest form of courtship...