Word: lording
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wore a black hat, scattered with daisies), dined with the U.S. Ambassador, the Prime Minister and the Foreign Minister. She went to Covent Garden (in a black lace dress) to hear La Traviata, and got a thundering ovation as she entered the royal box. She visited the House of Lords, was entertained by the Lord Chancellor, had tea with the Prime Minister. Once as she was entering a London hotel all the men in the crowd outside respectfully took off their hats...
...Arkansas cornfield in 1919, Evangelist John Elward Brown planted an interdenominational college to spread his gospel of "God, honest toil and motherhood." Last week, at 69, President John Brown of John Brown University decided that the Lord needed him back on the evangelist's trail. He turned over his chair to son John Elward Jr., a J.B.U. graduate ('42) and ex-Navy officer. That made "Beddie" Brown, at 26, probably the youngest university head...
...addition to the study of such imaginative authors as Lovecraft, Blackwood, and Lord Dunsany, the group plans more active doings for the future. Members contemplate field trips to "haunted houses" in and around Salem and Marblehead, and also have some catacombs lined up for investigation in Connecticut...
Along with the Lord Chancellor (Viscount Jowitt) and Sir Stafford Cripps, Queen Elizabeth herself had attended the posh but chilly opening (there was a stokers' strike). The 68 oils and 76 water colors on exhibition brightened the gallery air and thawed most critics' reserve. "What other British artist of this generation," asked the Sunday Times, "could fill the Tate . . . without a hint of monotony?" Added the Spectator: "Perhaps the most consistently fine water colorist of the 20th Century...
...Other One." M.P.s called Sidney "Nannie" because of his bushy goatee. "Small . . . rotund . . . tapering [off into] diminutive hands and feet," he was a cartoonist's joy. But to his adoring Beatrice, "the Other One" was her lord & master, her "little boy," and "man of destiny" rolled into one. Sidney was never ill, never daydreamed, never had a nightmare, never suffered from moral qualms or neurotic doubts. He could read and write sociological statistics day in & day out, and still have strength to work on numerous committees, coolly and tirelessly conducting "endless intrigues to persuade those in authority...