Word: owls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...weighty oaken doors of the Norman church of St. Bartholomew in Orford, England swung open with a groan, and out ran a small boy wearing the head of a mouse. After him tumbled a lion, a camel, an owl and an ass. Their capers among the tombstones scarcely drew a second glance from the local citizens, for everybody recognized them as the star performers of the Aldeburgh Festival's current star attraction: Benjamin Britten's eagerly awaited new music drama, Noye's Fludde...
...owl-eyed little man in the blue suit and glossy silk tie stood at the rostrum in Philadelphia's Municipal Auditorium and squinted misty-eyed down at the placards waving back and forth. They all trumpeted the same theme: "Jimmy, Don't Leave Us"; "Jimmy, We Need You!" For two minutes James Caesar Petrillo, 66, blew his nose into the first of two handkerchiefs, mopped his eyes with the other. Finally, the words came in a convulsive croak: "Little Caesar is bowing out. Goodbye, Little Caesar...
Toohy also requested yesterday that students belonging to the Owl and Fly clubs avoid parking on the sidewalks bordering Holyoke Place during the weekend, so that cars coming to the Lowell House Opera can get through the streets...
...changes promised more than they delivered. The star left off his familiar earphones, strolled around the studio instead of staying behind his old desk. But Godfrey remained Godfrey: still spouting whatever came into his redhead ("He came down with the crud"), still blinking at the audience like a dyspeptic owl, still relying on eager young entertainers as his guests. As he dipped for contestants' postcards into a huge revolving drum, he made no secret of his disgust with his new giveaway "crap game" ("This is the silliest thing"), grudgingly granted wishes of winners (Easter outfits, a washing machine) until...
...screenwriter on leave from his wife. The prose still has an unwashed smell, but it has been sponged off here and there with the English lavender of Henry James. The details are still gutsy. In the earlier book, a lonesome U.S. soldier tries to make a pet of an owl, thoughtfully breaks its legs so that it will not escape; in the Hollywood retelling, the girl screams and vomits uncontrollably at the inevitable Mexican bullfight...