Word: gauntness
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...were winding roads and patches of vegetables and flowers. I had to blink twice to take in the jarring realities: the 14 machine-gun turrets jutting into the so-blue sky; the 12-ft.-high double rows of electrically charged barbed wire; the kennels which once housed hundreds of gaunt, man-eating dogs...
White House correspondents had not seen Franklin Roosevelt for 38 days. Many of them had watched newsreels to see how he looked; had seen the San Diego railroad-car film of his Democratic Convention speech, in which his face had seemed gaunt and slack, his eyes and cheeks hollow. They had not been able to tell whether bad lighting or deep fatigue was responsible. They had noted that in pictures shot in Hawaiian sunshine, and again, beneath a cruiser's guns at Bremerton, he seemed healthier, more alert, though thinner of face. Therefore, with curiosity and concern, they filed...
...third day the battalion's plight seemed hopeless. Up the hill, under a white flag, came a shiny-booted SS officer. His ultimatum to the battalion's gaunt, lanky, black-bearded commander, Captain R. A. Kerley: surrender by 8 o'clock that night, or be destroyed-totally. Texan Kerley's reply: "Go to hell." Then he amplified: "I will surrender when every one of our bullets has been fired and every one of our bayonets is sticking in a German belly...
Lieut. Colonel Evans F. Carlson, gaunt, hard-bitten leader of Carlson's Marine Raiders, just back from Saipan's front line, where he was drilled in the arm and leg by Jap bullets, was visited at a San Diego hospital by Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and their eldest son, Colonel James Roosevelt. Said Carlson elsewhere: "I received my first Purple Heart for wounds in action during World War I, in France. If I can just keep them spaced this far apart I'll be all right...
...Pete's Teas," two-hour Monday-afternoon discussions of human frailty, have been a Yale institution. So was their chief attraction, white-bristled Professor Petrunkevitch. Generations of Yalemen have seen his gaunt figure trotting briskly about the campus to 13 hours of classes a day. At 68, 'Pete was just getting his second wind. No more classes-but he planned to continue his faculty-student gatherings as "Pete's Teas-Emeritus," and he announced his intention of writing a three-volume summary of what he has learned about spiders. On that subject Dr. Petrunkevitch has a great...