Word: lamplit
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Long after nightfall, it arrived in Washington. Along the lamplit streets, past a luminescence of sad and silent faces, the cavalcade wound through the federal city and across the Potomac, where in a green grove up the hill in Arlington, John Kennedy's grave looks out over the city and the river. The moon, the slender candles, the eternal flame at John's memorial?47 feet away and the floodlights laved Robert Kennedy's resting place beneath a magnolia tree. It was 11 o'clock, the first nighttime burial at Arlington in memory. There was no playing of taps...
Philadelphia's Mayor Richardson Dilworth was crying as he groped for a phrase that could crystallize an emotion. "It is a horrible thing," he sobbed finally, to 50 mourners at the lamplit coffin in a small West Philadelphia funeral home, "that this could happen in our city." The mayor's tears said it better. In the coffin lay the patched body of 26-year-old In Ho Oh, onetime interpreter for U.S. troops in Korea, onetime honor student at Seoul's National University and currently enrolled as a University of Pennsylvania political science exchange student. An eleven...
...himself an émigré Russian and a Cornell professor of Russian literature, does more than sound-track his hero for laughs; in unobtrusive flashbacks he captures the underlying pathos of exile. Leafing through an émigré journal, Pnin sees his dead father and mother in the lamplit serenity of their pre-Revolutionary home; stonily viewing a Soviet documentary film, he bursts into tears at a sudden glimpse of the Russian countryside in springtime...
...current General Practice, Dr. David G. Miller and his wife, Registered Nurse Blanche Miller, describe some of their experiences in the 19303 around Morgantown, Ky. (pop. 859): "Long trips over poor or nonexistent roads, often time after time when the labor was long; the long hours spent in a lamplit home, with a flickering log fire that barely warmed our shins and left our backs freezing . . . Often we had been forced to change the mother's gown and bed and to improvise diapers, bands and clothing for the baby who had already been greased . . . We had even cooked...
...degenerate" painter. Beckmann's big Fisherwomen was far from being the jut-jawed old master's best or most ambitious work, but ft did show his genius for color as well as his penchant for whipping cruelty and tenderness together into sexy, curiously unreal oils. His lamplit fisherwomen did not look like the sort that go near the water. Their hot peach flesh was set off by black garters and contrasted with the cold rose, blue and gold of the gasping fish. In the background of the composition, a dour old crone hugged a rigid...