Word: maned
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Rustum is bracing his feet in the sirups, holding his bow at arm's length and his fingers taut, as he watches the fight of his shaft. Isfandiyar, pierced in the eye, is sinking forward, clutching at saddle and mane. But both faces are wholly impassive; no movement of the features was necessary to the Persian mind. None was thought worthy of the dignity of painting. The-flowery meadown is merely suggested; trees, rocks and clouds are formal conventions. But the cosmic aspect of the tragedy is announced by a great burst of organge fight in the darkness...
...picture of which Doris Lee is fondest is The Runaway, showing a girl in a streaming yellow dress gripping the mane of a bolting horse. The Haunted House is a dilapidated structure, surrounded by grim and groping trees, with all the windows on the third floor boarded up except one from which a wildly gesticulating woman is leaning. One of the best is The Widow, an Amazonian figure with feet planted wide apart, grasping the bridles of two snorting, dancing horses. There is one nude, a pert, heavy-legged girl with fruity lips, combing a mop of chocolate-colored hair...
This put the Ethiopian commander facing General Graziani, Dedjazmatch Nassibu, in a towering rage. His lion's mane headdress trembling with emotion, that chieftain roared...
...every village compound, among the squalid mud huts, savage priests shouted the liturgy in the obscure language of Geez, slew sheep and cattle for a sacrifice and the warriors drank the hot blood. The old men shouted tall tales of past Ethiopian glories. The chiefs put on their lion-mane collars. The warriors took up their fighting arms, their wives, their pots and the village set out for the capital of the superior chief, leaving behind only the old, infirm and infantile...
...dusty plain in the northern Province of Wallo last week a round-eyed dark-faced kinky-haired boy of 19 stood on a rug-draped platform of dried mud. To the rattle of war drums Ethiopian chieftains with lion-mane headdresses and gold embossed shields clustered protectively about the royal youngster. Across the field rolled a white-rimmed dust cloud out of which moved a horde of 100,000 yelling black warriors. Beyond the reviewing stand the troopers halted, faced to the north, where 100 miles away lay the town of Adowa. Then to a man they...