Word: luck
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...were eliminated from the finals early in the week, but had to pretend they were still in the running for appearances' sake. "How could I tell him I'd already lost?" said one lovely contestant about the home-town friend who had stopped by to wish her luck. Then officials in charge of the telecast from Miami Beach pronounced Miss District of Columbia's long blonde hair unphotogenic, demanded that she have it cut and darkened. "I don't want to change what I am," wailed Miss District. She didn't -and finished fifth. After...
...Ultimate Things (BOOKS)-A review of a collection of short stories that belong among the finest examples of American gothic. But it becomes the story of the late Flannery O'Connor, who had the luck, the stubbornness, and the mystical quality of the Irish...
...million-lire appropriation as well. Cleaning up the bureaucratic mess is the goal of the Department for the Reform of Public Administration, headed by Luigi Preti, known as "Luigi XIV" because the department has had 13 previous heads in 17 years. Preti admits he has not had much luck. "Whoever tries to reform finds himself up against a rubber wall," he sighs. "If it were a steel wall, you could take a cannon and knock it down. But the rubber wall-you hit it with your fist, then turn away, and the wall has returned to where...
Mary Flannery O'Connor had the luck of the Irish, or seemed to. At 25 she was pretty, witty, and had published fiction in some of the best little magazines. At 26, she came down with an incurable form of lupus erythematosus, a correlative of arthritis that softened the bones in her legs and lower face, eventually reduced her to crutches and permanent debility. But Author O'Connor had the stubbornness of the Irish, too. During the next 13 years, passed mostly in seclusion on her mother's farm near Milledgeville, Ga., she wrote unremittingly. Before...
...luck would have it, he arrived at the Tiwanda village just the completion of their annual "festival of the bear." All year long Tiwanda braves would hunt bear and finally, on this particular day, the largest bear of the season would be killed, prepared and eaten by every members of the community. Each brave, squaw and papoose had his share of bear meat, of bear brain, of bear eye, of bear bone, and, for dessert, of bear's fur, cooked in a special glasse...