Word: laureled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...prizewinning coin design by 71-year-old Sculptress Mary Gillick. "Absurd to do that with the poor girl," sniffed one Londoner of Mrs. Gillick's work. "Made her look like a schoolgirl and she's really quite regal." Others objected to the sculptured royal nose and the laurel-wreathed, bun-backed hairdo. "Not a good likeness, as far as I can judge," humphed famed non-likeness-making Sculptor Epstein. "Look what they've done to our Queen," piped one shrill critic. "Made her neck too long." "I should say," said another sculptor whose own design had been...
...recent years, attempts to lure European and South American entries into big U.S. "specials" have proved a bust. The few whose owners took the $50-75-100,000 bait were either not good enough, or they ran far below their home form. Last week, at Maryland's Laurel Park, the job finally got done-in good, if not conclusive, style...
...third in the 1951 Kentucky Derby) and a favorite Maryland router named Pilaster. Although the distance and the turf course favored Zucchero (touted as "the greatest four-year-old in Europe") and Wilwyn (winner of ten straight), all three U.S. entries had good turf races to their credit, and Laurel's record crowd of 26,000 patriotically made them 1-2-3 choices...
...nurse put down a rug and on the rug a baby of about a year old. Then she returned to a seat, well sheltered by some laurel bushes from the spring breeze, still cool, and opened a book. The baby lay on its back for some minutes, gazing with calm wonder at a sky like a forget-me-not with small thin clouds like puffs of frosty breath. No doubt it had forgotten the sky in the last few minutes and was interested to rediscover it. But at last it grew bored, and tried to roll over. To do this...
...hope was lucky. A small girl of about five, in blue linen trousers with cross-over braces behind and a bib in front, had just come to inspect the laurel bushes. She squatted down and peered into them, probably in search of a hidy-hole. Her expression was, however, disinterested, even bored. She seemed to be performing a duty rather than a pleasure. Now, hearing the cry of "naughty," she started up, looked round the corner of the bush and saw the baby. At once she started forward and, repeating "Naughty! naughty! naughty!" all the way in exactly the nurse...