Word: hung
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...voicing his relief at his success as a field-marshal in beating off and vanquishing, at least for a time, the armies of war lords opposed to his regime (TIME, Oct. 14, et seq). Whewed he: "The recent upheaval against our Government was the greatest yet experienced. Our fate hung by a single hair. What was this hair? The loyalty and bravery of our officers and men, whose courage never faltered! Again they met the flood and carried us to firm ground." (Floods are the most frequent catastrophe in China, others scarcely less frequent being droughts and plagues...
When he graduated from Yale (1908) Duncan Phillips had more literary than esthetic interest. As a child he had lived in gloomy Pittsburgh where his father's house was hung with murky landscapes of the Hudson River School in massive, gilded frames. Small Phillips decided he disliked pictures. After college he traveled widely in search, he says, of something to interest him. Paintings did it. His first enthusiasm was Honore Daumier (1808-79) French caricaturist and painter; afterward there were others: the French Impressionists, French and American moderns. But his first interest never waned; today Mr. Phillips...
...plumed morion on his head; and Commendatore de Mandato, general of the Pope's Armies. Out of his automobile stepped short-legged Vittorio Emanuele III, in the grey-green and silver dress uniform of a field marshal. From his hat sprouted a white aigrette, round his neck hung the flashing gold chain of the Collar of the Annunziata, on his breast blazed medals. Towering a good head and shoulders above him stood Queen Elena...
Louis' one passion (outside of his job) was hunting. He liked women, but loved dogs. He had mistresses in his younger days, and was twice married, purely as a matter of business. Suspicious, he had an elaborate system of spies. Relentless, he hung traitors or put them in iron cages. Personally brave, he was terribly afraid of death...
...limited to what he can do in a boudoir. It is a boldly amorous, decorative, at times amusing combination of drawing-room farce and Balkan operetta. Chevalier does well with songs that would be dull under less skillful handling. Director Ernst Lubitsch has arranged handsome scenes? marching grenadiers, palaces hung with cascades of stairs, a royal wedding in which flowers, lace and plumes seem blown into the set from pealing organ stops and braying horns. Neither this background nor the heavy-footed dialog is well adapted to the natural technique, essentially informal and Parisian, of M. Chevalier. Lubitsch...