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Word: mask (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Just before the black mask came down over his face, Sheridan looked up at the bright light over the death chair. A moth fluttered about it. Sheridan's weak blue eyes followed the moth intently as it circled the light. Then the mask came down over his face, guards deftly snapped the electrodes on his arms and legs, and the dynamo started up with a low whine. At 11:11 p.m. the prison physician put his stethoscope to Sheridan's chest. "This man is dead," he said in a flat voice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CRIME: Another Cup of Coffee | 7/18/1949 | See Source »

...prove that the cross-burning, sheeted hoodlums of the Ku Klux Klan, though they might get the headlines, did not speak for Alabama. By an 84-to-4 vote, the state legislature made it a misdemeanor ($500 fine, or a year in jail) to appear in public wearing a mask. The bill, quickly signed and put into effect by Governor Jim Folsom, was the first anti-masking law enacted in the deep South since reconstruction days...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ALABAMA: Drop that Mask | 7/11/1949 | See Source »

Rose's chalk and ink drawing of the making of the death mask of Christian Berard was far less cluttered and, for all its quiet horror, easier to take. It showed the smiling corpse of the Paris fashion arbiter elaborately bibbed in preparation for the mold maker, who sat, dabbling in a bowl of plaster, by the deathbed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Blossoming Career | 7/4/1949 | See Source »

...read a line of all my works," said Goethe), Christiane not only loved Goethe but delighted him by her absolute refusal to be anything but' what nature had intended her to be. She bore him several children. It was the hidden, human Goethe, warm behind the icy mask, who told his friend Johann Herder: "If you continue to be fond of me and a few friends stick to me and my girl remains faithful and my baby lives and my big stove works well-why, I have nothing left to wish...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Man on a Winged Horse | 6/6/1949 | See Source »

...cactus land,' of a parched, desertic world-not of a dark so much as of an ash-grey age-in which the springs of life dried. In painting Mr. Eliot it has been my endeavor to convey . . . some vestige of all that. So you will see in his mask, drained of too hearty blood, a gazing strain, a patient contraction, the body slightly tilted (in the immaculate armor of sartorial convention) in resigned anticipation of the worst...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: White Fire | 5/30/1949 | See Source »

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