Word: grinned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...family objected to his running again, Ike goodhumoredly answered "No," thereby confounding the innumerable "reliable sources" who have reported that Mamie wants him to retire to Gettysburg. Another newsman who wanted to know just how the announcement of Ike's decision would be made got a grin and the response "Well, I suppose it will be just as dramatic as I can make it." In answer to the question "Would you favor Vice President Nixon as your running mate again?" Ike said: "I have never talked to [Nixon] under any circumstances as to what his future...
With a polished grin Dr. Jekyll raised his hands for applause, but it was still pretty noisy. He did some magic tricks for a while but everyone had seen them. So Dr. Jekyll called some kids from the audience and had them sit on chairs for a while but not a very long while because it turned out the chairs were all wired to be hot seats. Then Dr. Jekyll asked one of the kids to come up. "What's your name?" the doctor asked genially. "David." A wit in the audience kept shouting "David Crockett" while Dr. Jekyll made...
...economy grew with gold-rush speed. In the San Fernando Valley a citrus farmer was tempted to take $3,500 an acre from a housing developer for his 40 acres, but an expert advised him to wait. A few weeks later, the farmer was back with a mile-wide grin. Said he: "I just wanted you to know that I've sold my land for $7,500 an acre." California's gain was once the East's loss, but 1955's economy was big enough for everyone. In Ohio the growth was little short of phenomenal...
...first Saturday in November, the rains came, and the Crimson line stood up to the Tigers, and the final score was Harvard 7-6. The old November spirit had returned, and the jubilant Crimson fan looked forward to the Yale game with a sly grin. It looked like '54 over again. Brown was up for its game and beat Harvard, 14-6, but that didn't matter much. For it was Yale next, but it was also Yale last. If the Crimson had beaten the Elis, the season would still have been a season of fond remembrance, the fair...
...came Baritone Robert Weede, looking vaguely troubled, although he had sung well. Then, her hand in his, appeared Soprano Maria Meneghini Callas. She seemed overcome with gratitude as she curtsied, threw Weede a sidelong glance out of her dark almond eyes, blew a shy kiss to the audience, and grinned a triumphant little grin at the second balcony. Suddenly, Baritone Weede snatched his hand from hers and dashed for the wings, to let her reap her harvest of applause alone. No doubt about it-New York City-born, Greek-raised Soprano Callas, 31, indeed stands alone on today...