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...gentleman and the belle of the Hudson River valley, was head of the last great democracy still at peace, with 33 weeks left of his second term. Yet, although he was in his eighth year as President, although he had moved, worked, eaten, laughed, exhorted, prayed in the intensest glare of public scrutiny; although his every facial grimace, the tone of his voice, each mannerism, the dark mole over his left eyebrow, the mole on his right cheek-although all these were public property, intimate to every U. S. citizen, still there...
...starts," muttered Parisians as they watched the streaking Nazi bombers, plainly visible in the skyrocket glare. The first raids spared downtown Paris, but heavy concussions rumbled from the suburbs. Long after the Nazis were gone most citizens lay doggo in the shelters until after sunup. Then suddenly all Paris clanged and tinkled as abandoned alarm clocks went off in empty flats...
...blue glare of immense spotlights, to the roar of 15,000 throats, the rousing toot-&-boom of brass bands, Republican doctors worked feverishly over the moribund GOP in Cleveland, June 1936. The patient stirred briefly, collapsed in November. Dreary days followed for the Republican Party. The little flicker of life wavered, almost went out. Yet up-&-down the land plodded one yea-saying, stubborn prophet, preaching Principles, an old-fashioned sermon that was drowned out in the pounding, recurrent crescendos of New Deal swing music...
...subject is flat on his back. Like a modern lace-pack beauty treatment, it consisted of a series of light, quick-drying layers that could be put on while the subject sat at his ease. Thus beplastered for posterity were Thomas Jefferson's stern idealism, the Othello glare of youthful Tragedian Edwin Forrest (Orson Welles of his day), Dolly Madison's smile, the pinched, toothless jaws of 90-year-old John Adams, many another...
...like cubicle. A maze of dangerous looking wires surrounded him on all sides. Bright lights shone in his eyes until everything had assumed an unpleasant roseate hue. Summoning all his bewildered faculties, he made a gallant effort to concentrate on the mirror in front of him which, under the glare of the strong lights, looked like a blazing inferno. Now Vag knew what it meant to be given the third degree...