Word: odd
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...York pier, men and women wept for the kin they feared she had carried down. But to Manhattan at evening came Ile de France, first rescue ship to reach port. Slipping upriver to a hero's well-deserved cheers and whistles, the French liner docked, unloaded 750-odd survivors, and prepared to hurry off again that same night towards France. Some 30 of the survivors were gently carried on stretchers from the ship's infirmary down a gangway to waiting ambulances. On the fantail a weeping Andrea Doria officer called 100 men to a last muster. Commented...
...week's end the legal foundations were barely laid. Yet a curious change of attitude had already rolled over most of the 50-odd correspondents who crowded into Parris Island to report the trial. Thanks partly to the shrewd showmanship of Emile Zola Berman, but thanks mostly to the cool, silent, uncomplaining demeanor of Matthew McKeon, those who had come to see the sergeant strung up for what he had done began, instead, to sense that this man was another argument. It was an argument that went to the roots of the Marine Corps, that involved not only...
...disappeared from the symphony orchestra (where the French horn does the horn calls, e.g., Wagner, Bach and Beethoven), its music is still kept alive by dedicated amateur groups such as the Parisian Le Cercle Dampierre et Bien Allé,* which turned up at Laarne last week. For the 200-odd such groups scattered throughout Europe, three French manufacturers produce some 400 hunting horns a year at about $35 apiece...
Rambling through Europe after a meeting of the British Commonwealth's odd-bedfellow Prime Ministers, India's Premier Nehru spent three days visiting Ireland, where he got a revolutionary hero's welcome, plus an honorary doctor of laws degree from the University of Dublin and was feelingly cited for his sympathy and help in Eire's own "struggle for independence...
From this unlikely material Novelist Hugh Hickling has distilled a parable of man at war and an odd, rapt bit of poetry of the sea. There are no storms, either of men or of elements, as the clumsy LCT flotilla makes its way from the Firth of Clyde to its appointment with history on the beaches of Normandy. Personalities clash, but, as they must under the imperatives of war, such clashes collapse inconclusively...