Word: granded
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Cincinnati Zoo, over the din of squawking birds and roaring cats, grand opera is performed nightly in midsummer. Washington's National Zoo is notable for the contributions it gets from the White House-Teddy Roosevelt gave it a Somali ostrich, Calvin Coolidge a pigmy hippo, Franklin Roosevelt an Archangel pigeon...
...proclaimed first Empress of India. They rose to their feet as a flourish of trumpets announced the arrival, across 800 feet of red carpet, of His Excellency the Viceroy, Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton, Second Baron Lytton. The proclamation was read, the Royal Standard was hoisted, and artillery fired a grand salute of 101 salvos. Mixed bands played God Save the Queen, then trumpeted the blaring march from Tannhduser. Richly caparisoned elephants trumpeted too, and rushed wildly about with trunks erect when they heard the roll of musketry...
...height. He had eased the strain. Now, to salute the new U.S.Argentine friendship with which Argentines identify Ambassador Messersmith,*President Juan Perón had ordered a rousing sendoff. Earlier in the week he had invited Messersmith to Casa Rosada, decorated him with Argentina's valued Grand Cross of the Order of the Liberator San Martin, and embraced him while Senator Alberto Teisaire and other big shots applauded...
...Grand Symphony had been played often during Berlioz' life, and Richard Wagner, notably stingy with praise for his contemporaries, had called it great and noble from first note to last. Said he: "This symphony will live as long as there is a nation that calls itself France." But after Berlioz' death in 1869, his symphony for band was largely neglected. Richard Franko Goldman, son and heir-apparent of famed Bandmaster Edwin Franko Goldman (now 69) had come across it in the scarce diggings of classical band literature, adapted its score for the 56 instruments in the Goldman Band...
...Grand Hotel. Her first novel, Give Us Our Dream, is her well-intentioned but singularly sterile effort to excavate the humanity that pulsates under the drabness of Sunnyside, a railroad-side section of New York City where she lived after her return from Japan. Her characters all live in the same boxlike apartment house, and their humdrum lives shortly become caught up in a naive pattern which is spun without imagination. In this Grand Hotel without grandness, coincidence and sentiment are bigger than life...