Word: headful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...also made a quick trip to the United States Military Academy at West Point. On arrival he was told that century-old tradition permitted him, as a head of state, to make and receive one request during his visit. He asked a pardon for all cadets undergoing punishment for breaches of discipline, and some 80 promptly had their privileges restored. At Hyde Park, where he had Thanksgiving dinner with Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt, he spied a handsome Persian rug which he had presented to F.D.R. six years ago. Beaming, he got down on his knees, fingered it, and made...
...with their Eastern brothers. Communist agents whisper into the eager ear of discontent: "Just wait until we come." A heavy rattling of the Russian saber last week reinforced that whisper. Moscow, it was reported, was sending Marshal Ivan S. Konev, one of Russia's top military men, to head its Eastern zone army...
...Society," raved one social chronicler, "staged a magnificent comeback, with blazing jewels and gorgeous gowns." It turned out to be an audience of distinction in other ways: nobody stood on his head nor did any of the ladies put their feet on the tables. Before the curtain went up there were ovations for arriving celebrities, Federal Judge Harold R. Medina, dapper little U.N. General Assembly President Carlos P. Romulo, Tenor and Hollywood Actor Lauritz Melchior ("Ahhh, I'm grateful to the movies. I am discovered as a glamour boy before it is too late...
...house lights dimmed and the crowd hushed as a burly Negro was led to the piano. He seated himself, cocked his head to one side and played three smashing chords. Then he was off in a cascade of flashing arpeggios which resolved themselves into the haunting strains of Jerome Kern's Yesterdays. After a two-year absence, Art Tatum was back in Manhattan...
...customary bottle of beer before him, and admitted he was tired of the grind of nightclub shows, sometimes thinks of retiring to his home in California with his wife and two Doberman pinschers. But as the intermission pianist swung into a chorus of Basin Street, he turned his head attentively. "He's got some good ideas," he said. "You can't create everything. You hafta listen to the other fella." His strong fingers flexed in an imaginary run. "I'm always tryin' new ideas. No matter how far you go with a tune, there...