Word: lowe
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...peak he saw (22,000 ft.) was not among the Amne Machins but in the Kuolo range near by. Tallest Amne Machin peak observed: 19,000 ft. Drawled Chin: "I never thought those mountains were very high. But I didn't expect they'd be that damn low...
...ever had to beg Toscanini to play for charity-although he has refused to play for dictators. And he venerates Verdi above all other composers. For the past two months he has been teaching Verdi's score to his soloists. In his long, low-ceiling dressing room on the eighth floor of the RCA Building, he has sat at the piano, croaking and gesticulating at red-haired Soprano Herva Nelli, while a picture of Verdi stared at her from the piano's littered top. "Nelli," he pleaded, "please do use the expression on your face that you feel...
...Though Lord Beaver-brook's opinions color much of the news in the Express, the paper also reports many events that contravene his editorial views. And in The Beaver's Evening Standard, Cartoonist David Low goes right on poking fun at The Beaver's ruggedly individualistic stand. But Lord Beaverbrook's strictures on the U.S. have convinced many a Briton that the Daily Express is consciously and consistently anti-American. Actually it is friendly toward the U.S., but hostile to much of its policy and actions. The total impression the Express gives is that what...
...fire burns low): "All my life I wanted-planned on being a priest...
...went to sleep again . . . Awakened at 8:15 a.m. [with] itching ... head, lots of white dry dandruff . . . must read about it in the Encyclopedia . . . Smoking too much makes me nervous . . . Arose at 9 o'clock ... I think freckles ... are due to some salt of iron [in] low state of oxidation ... A little dog . . . just came [in], face as dismal as a bust of Dante . . . dinner at 3 p.m. ... I eat too quick . . . Commenced reading . . . don't like Dickens-don't know why ... I must read Jane Eyre . . . Played a little on the piano . . . badly out of tune...