Word: nice
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...months our name has been a byword in Downers Grove (Ill.). People start suddenly and streak for home when they see any of us approaching. No one is safe from our friendly, but firm, tug on the sleeve and an insinuating voice saying, 'That's a nice patch you're wearing; have you a spare you don't need?' And so it goes. . . . Would appreciate anything you gentlemen . . . can furnish Bobby and me." We furnished Bobby and his father with whatever shoulder patches we could squeeze out of our returned war correspondents...
...with the peace, they had compromised with Molotov on a French proposal to internationalize the city (which has a preponderantly Italian population, but is economically an outlet for Central Europe and the Balkans). Italian nationalist extremists, who cheered the 1940 attack on France with the land-greedy slogan "Corsica, Nice, Savoy," would scarcely improve their claims to Trieste by demonstrations against the West...
...times; they were once tacked up in schoolrooms and kitchens from coast to coast. The Sower possessed an everyday drama for those who knew farming, and for schoolteachers it served to illustrate the homely lesson that dawn follows darkness and life rises again from the earth. And it was nice for turn-of-the-century housewives to glance up from the grits and bacon simmering on the stove and rest their eyes on the ancient world represented in Reading from Homer-somehow infinitely cooler and finer, and with more marble...
...arts. Two art experts guided him to a painting which-like many recent Picassos-had a few careless spots on it as well as several places where the great man had obviously painted over his earlier attempts. The Ambassador would have none of it, triumphantly selected a nice clean one to take home...
Adelaide grew up in Victorian London. Like most Victorian storybook heroines, she lived in a nice house, wore a merino dress and behaved like a skittish filly. It was Papa's idea that she should take drawing lessons. One afternoon her drawing master, Mr. Lambert, up and kissed her. What could Adelaide do? Mr. Lambert was poor and he drank; Papa declared that of course she couldn't marry him. She married him anyhow, and went to live in his dingy flat in an alley known as Britannia Mews. Thus it all began...