Word: knoll
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Among the exhibits, however, there were still a few pieces to startle conservatives. Charles Eames's canvas-and-plastic chair with ventilated seat looked for all the world like an atomic-age version of a toilet seat. Florence Knoll's immense, pancake-thin air-foam bed, perched on spindly legs, had an insubstantial look that suggested uneasy napping. And too often, for all their inexpensive materials and simplified design, even the most agreable modern furnishings were higher-priced than the overdecorated, overstuffed period pieces most Americans are used...
...Battery D began to give him grudging respect. He was fair. He claimed no special privileges and showed no favors. Then one black night, on a bald knoll in the Vosges-as the boys told it-Battery D fired the first salvo of the war for the green 35th Division. Promptly a German battery answered back. A Battery D sergeant yelled: "They got us bracketed. Every man for himself." Panic seized the Battery. Over the din came the voice of Battery D's prissy captain: "I'm gonna shoot the first son-of-a-bitch who leaves...
Three men were hurt, five horses killed in the incident. Getting down off the knoll when they were ordered to retire, they almost lost their captain. Shrapnel killed Captain Truman's horse, which rolled over, pinning him underneath. Lieutenant Victor Housholder lifted up enough of the dead horse so that the boys could drag out their breathless captain...
...gathered at the Widow Agg's to witness a national plowing contest. While Bess Truman, who had come up from Independence, fixed a big red carnation in her husband's buttonhole and the farmers grinned appreciatively, Harry Truman arrayed himself on a platform on a little knoll. He was delighted with the speech which Clark Clifford had written for him. Figuratively he bared his fangs. As violently as he could, he mowed 'em down...
...hard to resist. Last week Wright turned up in Nicholas Daphne's San Francisco office and unrolled the brown wrapping paper from his plans for a $500,000 mortuary to end all mortuaries. Mr. Daphne, who owns three already, was well pleased. His site was a rocky knoll off upper Market Street, its only building a battered shed decorated with an old election poster. When Wright gets through with it the place will resemble a miniature World's Fair; a glamorous cousin of Southern California's lively Forest Lawn Memorial Park (TIME...