Word: hens
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Macbeth. It has long been a problem that has puzzled Shakespearian scholars as to the real identity of Macduff. Much research on the matter has been undertaken, notably by that fine scholar Mr. Timothy Cobb of Budo. At the moment the conclusion reached is that Macduff was, indeed, a hen. Hard as this is to credit, careful reading of the play leaves no doubt...
...never very strong on his historical facts and he may very well have considered it added to the poignancy of the tragedy that Macduff should have drabber plumage. He may quite easily have muddled his ornithological facts. However he leaves no doubt in our mind that Macduff is a hen and not a rooster, for in the last scene (V, viii) Macbeth, a man who seldom minced words, says to Macduff the immortal words...
...Casey had slowed down too much even for the Braves. They made him president and manager of their Worcester, Mass, farm club. When they refused to release him from his contract for a job with the Toledo Mud Hens, Casey, as club president, wrote his own release and moved on. After six years learning his trade as Mud Hen manager, Casey was called back to the Dodgers. His teams were resounding flops. For three straight years, the Dodgers' Daffiness Boys finished in the second division. Next year, Brooklyn paid Casey his salary but told him they could do without...
...such an atmosphere of yearning, the Big Four foreign ministers met one evening at the Pacific Union Club, a squat, brownstone mansion atop Nob Hill, to savor California cracked crabs, guinea hen on ham, and strawberries Mary Pickford (coated with pineapple sherbet). "A month ago we were in Vienna," toasted the host, John Foster Dulles. "Tonight we dine in San Francisco. Within the month we will be at Geneva. We can all hope that the sources of friction between us have been reduced by our efforts." The city lay beneath them, glistening myriad lights at night, to the edge...
...cafe table she glances furtively at a handsome man nearby. When she looks again, she meets his appraising eye and is as panicked as a mother hen who sees the circling shadow of a hawk. She flees. But every path seems to lead her back to the same man and with the slow drift of the days, her panic subsides, breaks out, subsides again and finally softens to surrender. Italy's Rossano Brazzi complements Kate's artistry every step of the way. As a married but amorous art dealer, he plays her lover with wit, affection and-when...