Word: gathering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Pull Their Black Curls!" Before 7 a.m. on back-to-school day crowds of white people began to gather outside the schools where Negro children had been registered-and it was clear that Nashville was in for serious trouble. There were scrawny, pinch-faced men in T shirts and jeans, vacant-faced women in curlers and loose-hanging blouses, teen-age boys in tight pants and greased ducktail hairdos. They flaunted Confederate flags and placards, e.g., WHAT GOD HAS PUT ASUNDER LET NOT MAN PUT TOGETHER...
...Spit on Her." It was in Charlotte that the worst trouble occurred-and, in a dramatic sense, it was in Charlotte that the finest victory was won. A crowd began to gather at 8:30 a.m. to await the only Negro assigned to Harding High School (three others were sent to other schools). Mrs. John Z. Warlick, small, shrill wife of a truck driver, began whipping up excitement. "It's up to you to keep her out," she told teen-age boys. At 10:30 a.m., the crowd spotted the girl: Dorothy Geraldine Counts, 15, daughter of a theology...
...repertory of a dozen religious plays, do social work in the slums, manufacture statuary, also maintain a stiff schedule of devotions. They keep silence all day except during "business hours" between 1 p.m. and 3 p.m., hold many prayer vigils. At 6 p.m. each Friday, for instance, they gather in penance for the wrongs committed by the Germans against the Jews. "It cries, it cries without relief, the blood on our hands . . . no man can ever tell how mountain-high this burden," the sisters pray in unison...
...about the countryside peddling neckties. A mightily mundane soul, the aunt has lofty plans for Gaspard-was not one of his ancestors mayor of Lominval, and another chief of the town's wolf-exterminating brigade? But the never-never land claims the boy; sent into the forest to gather mushrooms, he is soon lost to Lominval and launched on a mad, careering plunge of adventure...
...year as director of the Rhodes National Gallery in Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, he knew that he would face some problems as new as his gallery. One big one was that in primitive Southern Rhodesia (pop. 2,400,000) there was hardly any art. McEwen flew back to Europe to gather a loan exhibition, only to find that "most of the people I approached on the Continent had never heard of Rhodesia, and those that had saw their cherished treasures hanging in a clearing in the jungle or round the walls of a mud hut." Last week, as a result...