Word: nose
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Communists were not prepared to do so at once. They preferred to wait and undermine the last vestiges of sovereign government in France. France, said Koestler, "has become a Troy, with the wooden horse standing on a pedestal in the market place; the children pat it on the nose, and the grownups, who know better, do the same, with an embarrassed laugh, pretending not to hear the ominous noises in its belly...
Excepting Picasso, who is the end-all of most switches and surprises in modern art, few can touch Kantor for variety. A mild, quiet little man whose long face is made even longer by his swooping nose and luxuriantly sad mustache, Kantor changes his style with his subjects. Last week at a Manhattan gallery he seemed to be trying two at once. Half the paintings on show were piney, briny souvenirs of Kantor's summers at Monhegan, Me. They looked a little as though they had been pasted together with pine needles and pitch. The other half...
...strikes nearly 3,000,000, was still rising. In New Hampshire, where skiing is good business as well as good fun, there were 52 tows, aerial tramways(and a skimobile) operating; the previous high: 35. Every inn and farmhouse near Vermont's famed runs (among them: Suicide Six, Nose Dive, John Doe's Misery) was heavily booked, at from $2 to $20 a day. This week, the season's first ski train chugged out of Boston's North Station...
...inches of snow is luring big crowds to Stowe. Most popular of the local hotels is George Morrel's Lodge, which has had a good chance to show off the new coat of paint which it acquired in the ambitious refurbishing and expending that it underwent this summer. The Nose Dive and X-53 trails are reported in top-notch condition in spite of the large crowds skiing Mansfield these days...
...property men, doctors and small children was undiminished. His voracious love of life and laughs had not failed, and he still eyed the world with the spurious heartiness of a man with an ace up his sleeve. But his body was flabby and old, and his fiery, bulbous nose had become a shocking badge of suffering. Last week, after 67 years, death finally hoodwinked W. C. Fields, the noblest confidence man of them...