Word: jawed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pyramid of homespun cloth topped with a dried prune," George Bernard Shaw "the devil's Santa Claus," John D. Rockefeller "the mummy of Rameses II." Churchill had a face "put together like early rose potatoes"; Franklin D. Roosevelt was "a fox grafted onto a lion" who "used his jaw as men use hands and elephants use trunks." If the descriptions sound like notes for a cartoon to be drawn later, there is good reason. The words belong to Emery Kelen, a Hungarian-born caricaturist who has spent most of his life studying faces for some clue to the inner...
...sure that he often picked men out of a crowd before history did. In 1921, from a swarm of boisterous brown-shirted men in Munich, he sketched one whose face was all fascinating conflict. "Contrasts of weakness and strength were dramatic," Kelen wrote. "The fragile centerpiece of the upper jaw was flanked by massive cheekbones and a baboon brow ridge, and was married to a sledgehammer lower jaw . . . timidity grafted to courage, sensitiveness to violence, and an abstract mind to muddleheaded mysticism." Kelen's subject: Rudolf Hess. Other notable Kelen portraits: » John Foster Dulles: "His eyes blinked intermittently...
...Henry Cabot Lodge Jr.: "The president of the Hasty Pudding Club." » Hitler: "Incongruities ran up and down the man. Hitler's massive brow ridge was strikingly out of proportion to the sunken upper jaw which the little mustache was inadequate to coax out. His nose was crudely hacked out, unfinished, a vulgar proboscis...
...Iron Jaw. Members of his union call Gilbert "Old Iron Jaw," and the nickname fits his character as well as his physiognomy. For more than four years, he has kept on saying no. He says it quietly, often with a mild smile, but the answer nevertheless has an oak en firmness about...
...Then it happened. "Clay is down!" screamed the BBC announcer. "Cooper has downed him! Oh, a beautiful punch there!" The "beautiful punch" was a sucker left hook; its chances of landing must have been 1,000 to 1. But land it did, flush on Clay's jutting jaw. Eyes glazed, Clay tumbled backward onto the ropes. The referee began counting, and the crowd hoarsely took up the chant: "One, two, three, four, five"-and then the bell...