Word: myopic
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Myopic, thought the defense, was the testimony of Mrs. Clarence Miller. Smiling at the lawyers' horrified faces, she blithely admitted Communist beliefs. Communist teachings. The defense lawyers hurriedly changed plans, did not put her prisoner-husband on the stand. The prosecution was jubilant. Mrs, Miller had given the show away...
Melodramatic, Martyred, Myopic and Monkeylike was Prosecution Lawyer John G. Carpenter. He held Widow Aderholt's hand, knelt before the jury, lay down on the floor and writhed (acting out Aderholt's death). He lost his boutonniere, got another, lost that too. He shouted at the jury: "Men. do your duty; do your duty, men, and in the name of God and justice render a verdict that will be emblazoned across the sky of America as an eternal sign that justice has been done." He asserted that the union headquarters in Gastonia had been "not a cross-section...
...avoid the fusillade of village gossip which would destroy the family if once it began. The piteous tearful prisoner sat in a gloomy room with many strands of wool across her lap to excuse her from rising. Few sat with her except M. Allemand, her piano teacher, whose myopic eyes were sharper than anyone imagined...
...received his diploma from Viscount Grey of Falloden, Chancellor of the University, statesman, bird-lover, fly-caster. In presenting the diploma Viscount Grey recited a long discourse in Latin ripe with many a classical pun. Myopic, he could not read the speech, was forced to memorize it. Toward the end his memory failed...
...doused with violent perfumes. The blond prince entered the dressing room of the leading lady, a famed courtesan. She greeted him with coy, voluptuous respect, in tantalizing deshabille. The little dressing room was filled with starchy gentlemen, shouting amid the gay popping of corks. To one side stood a myopic, corpulent, bearded figure. His squinting eyes turned ceaselessly, his nostrils twitched. He was Emile Zola, novelist. He had persuaded Ludovic Halevy, boulevardier & librettist, to bring him there. The Prince stared at the bosom and hips of his hostess. Emile Zola stared also, fixed her image in his mind. Later...