Word: maned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When the flop-haired little man popped out of the wings and strode briskly to the podium, the sedate English audience in Manchester's green-walled Albert Hall jumped to its feet, cheering like a football crowd. As he bowed time & again, Conductor John Barbirolli's black mane fell over his eyes and he had to push it back. After five minutes of solid ovation, he turned, with tears on his cheeks, to lead Manchester's Hallé Orchestra through the night's concert...
...pulquerias, sad-voiced tenors strummed guitars and sang: "In this year of nineteen hundred and forty-eight a comet appeared in the sky. Have a care, señores, have a care!" Each dawn last week the comet could be seen in the eastern sky, shooting out its long mane of white fire. The tabloid Prensa Gráfica blamed it for the five slight earthquake shocks that rattled the city during the week...
Goat's Milk & Whiskey. John's shaggy white mane and beard, bowing among the perfumed, chattering sea of well-dressed gallerygoers at his show, attracted more attention than his paintings. Roaring with good will, he played the lion for an hour, then ducked out to his favorite den, a pub. The time he has spent in pubs adds up to several of his three-score-&-ten years. For reasons of health John now ' alternates liquor in London with goat's milk in the country, but he much prefers the city drink...
...Santos Dumont Airport one morning last week, a hearty, smiling man with a grey mane and snapping eyes stepped out of his airplane and into the warmest welcome that a grateful nation could give a favorite son. Bands tooted, crowds cheered, and friends and relatives rushed forward to be crushed in his warm abraco (hug). Oswaldo Aranha, president of the General Assembly of the United Nations, was back home...
...hand to greet him. To drum up a crowd, his nephew, Cason Rankin, hooked up a loudspeaker in the Congressman's black Buick sedan, toured the town playing hillbilly recordings. But half an hour's driving netted only three more shirtsleeved listeners. John Rankin brushed back his mane of stringy yellow hair, flung out his arms and shouted...