Word: goldens
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come...
...solve the Palestine problem into U.N.'s lap, went on record in London that it would not be bound by any U.N. solution which it could not approve. The Arab delegates wanted a wide-open discussion and an end to Britain's mandate. The Jews, with a golden opportunity to present their case to the world, were split into rival groups, each demanding to be Jewry's voice before the Assembly. (The Jewish Agency, principal champion of Jewish rights in the Holy Land, refused to be mere observers at the session; its spokesmen stayed away pending decision...
...Theater Bar, a smoky, crowded joint on Chicago's brassy Randolph Street, came hard, driving music. One old connoisseur who heard it stopped in his tracks and said, "My God. it's Bix." But the sign in the window said Jimmy MacPartland. It was Jimmy playing the golden cornet that Jazz Immortal Bix Beiderbecke had given him years...
Blue Bells for Scotland. When the war broke out, Jimmy joined the Army and asked for combat. When his troopship docked in Scotland, he stood in the bow with his golden cornet and played The Blue Bells of Scotland, sweet and lovingly. Then he broke into half a dozen low-driving hot choruses. One witness said: "They like to never got that ship docked. That horn held up the war." Jimmy kept Bix's golden horn in his pack when he landed in Normandy. One night, at a U.S.O. show, he met a girl named Marion Page, billed...
...mosaics. There was a polished statuette of Astarte, the pagan goddess of fertility, whose memory died hard among the Christian farmers of Northern Syria. Bronze oil lamps, surmounted by leaping lions and the hooked beaks of griffins, stood dry and wickless under glass. Once the lamps had flickered, fiercely golden, on the night-tables of dying bishops and children afraid of the dark...