Word: hangdog
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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John Gilbert Graham is a tall, husky man (6 ft. 1 in., 190 Lbs.) with a shock of dark hair in a butch haircut, pouting lips and a perpetual hangdog look. At 23, he has an impressive criminal record and a reputation for secretiveness. He was born in Denver in 1932, the second child (by her second husband) of Daisie Walker, a politician's daughter from Steamboat Springs, Colo. When Jack was two, his father died, and Daisie was left penniless. She farmed out the boy and his older half-sister, Helen. Jack went to a Denver orphanage...
Born. To Emmett Kelly, 56, famed hangdog clown of the Ringling Bros. Circus and Hollywood (The Greatest Show on Earth), and Elveria Gebhardt. 22, onetime circus acrobat: their first child (his third), a girl; in Sarasota, Fla. Name: Stacia. Weight...
...Britain's Political Quarterly, Dr. Jacob Bronowski, of the British National Coal Board, tries to explain why scientists are viewed with suspicion by most nonscientists. "The scientist," says Bronowski, "is not only disliked, but also distrusted." Governments treat the scientist as "indispensable, but unreliable, a hangdog hangman who has the bad manners to be good at war work and the impertinence to find it distasteful. The public thinks that he has no conscience, and his security officer fears that he has two consciences . . . He is unhappy between his scientific creed and his social loyalty: between, that is, the long...
...give both Gaston and the reader plenty of chance for reflection about the various nature of honor and man's view of her. Moral: black and white are the most deceiving colors. Says the ship's priest: "I have seen so many edifying scoundrels and so many hangdog Christians that I can no longer recognize the mark of grace at first sight...
...often irritated me." The full measure of her reaction is perhaps carried in her last page, where she describes her arrival in the Paris she loves. "How old the customs men were, how crumpled their uniforms! They did not seem proud to be French citizens; there was a hangdog look about them . . . The people are poorly dressed; the women have colorless, frizzy hair, the men grey faces, and they walk as if defeated . . . The weather was grey. Paris seemed numb ... I would have to relearn France and get back into my own skin...