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...Great White Marabout. Gaunt, subject to fainting spells, he traveled endlessly about the desert, often acting as chaplain for French troops and walking while they rode camels. On one such caravan trip, a fierce sandstorm blotted up all water holes within the radius of a four-day march. When a brackish little mudhole was finally found, Foucauld said his rosary and made no effort to drink until forced to do so. "Christ was much more thirsty on the cross!" he explained...
...Certainly Amazed." Equally uncooperative but not so loud was Samuel Dashiell Hammett, the grey, gaunt writer of mystery stories (The Thin Man). Three hundred copies of Hammett's books are on the shelves in 73 of the libraries. Hammett said he thought that "it is impossible to write anything without taking some sort of stand on social issues," but he steadfastly refused to say whether he is or ever was a Communist...
Francisco Cardoso, the official candidate, had the backing of President Getulio Vargas and Adhemar de Barros, the state's political boss. But that turned out to be no help at all. "Shall we throw the robbers out?" croaked his long-shot opponent, a gaunt, unshaven ex-schoolmaster named Jânio Quadros. Quadros whipped the wave of Paulista protest still higher by pointing out that the government had paved streets in new real-estate developments for its speculator friends at a cost of $4,480,000 a mile, of which $4,000,000 was straight graft. "The people wanted...
Prime Minister Antonin Zapotocky (rhymes with Trotsky), a gaunt old man of 69 with stainless-steel teeth, delivered the longest funeral oration (27 minutes). An Old Bolshevik and longtime trades unionist, Zapotocky had once been popular with the Czech workers, but had alienated them by harsh complaints and horny-handed methods of spurring production...
Reynolds' stubby hands turn huge trees into strange antler-like fans, fill his canvas with marsh reeds as gaunt and glittering spikes, and dandelions as wildly dancing figures-all in deep green, creamy white, swirls of rich brown, red and yellow. Sometimes he takes the other tack, drains his canvas of color then his moonlight scenes become spooky tangles of waving hop vines, brush piles and squat, triangular chicken houses...