Word: paled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Insistent Mumble. He talked just under an hour (his father once filibustered 15½ hours straight), and after a fast start, his oratory became only a pale reflection of his father's roaringest. But neither he nor any of his Southern colleagues extended themselves. They didn't have to: the sessions lasted only from noon to dinner; everyone had plenty of time to rest. The filibusterers were satisfied to maintain their legislative blockade with a kind of insistent mumble, waiting for the Administration to get tired, or make a mistake...
...doctrine of one hardy expert on the burning word, the President had not been daring at all, but unforgivably commonplace and unimaginative. In The American Language, H. L. Mencken complained: "Our maid-of-all-work in [the profanity] department is son-of-a-bitch, which seems as pale and ineffectual to a Slav or a Latin as fudge does to us. There is simply no lift in it, no shock, no sis-boom-ah . . . Put the second person pronoun and the adjective old in front of it and scarcely enough bounce is left in it to shake up an archdeacon...
...September 1 opening date for fall practice is the earliest in history. Even with this date, Valpey will have only three weeks before the squad flies to Pale Alto for the Stanford game. According to manager Frank Jones, the team will arrive on the coast at least three days before the contest...
...Tall, pale octogenarian Gulbenkian is best known to Americans for the operations in Near Eastern oil (TIME, Nov. 15) which have made him one of the world's richest men. Impassive and aloof as the statuettes he collects, Gulbenkian neither confirms nor denies the stories that describe him variously as a descendant of Armenian kings, an ex-Turkish rug peddler, a lace merchant. He will say little more about his tastes in art, except that he has been collecting old masters, sculpture, rare books, Greek coins and Persian rugs since early in the century...
Dark-eyed Elena Nikolaidi, assured and lovely in a pale taffeta gown, stepped out on the stage of Manhattan's Town Hall, composed her hands and began to sing. Her voice, ranging from a mellow low contralto to a brilliant mezzo-soprano, glided through songs by Gluck, Haydn, Schubert, Rossini, Mahler, Ravel and De-Falla; the performance came to an end with the Sleep-Walking Scene from Verdi's Macbeth. The audience shuffled their programs to look at the name again. Thirtyish Elena Nikolaidi, making her U.S. debut and almost unknown outside Athens and Vienna, had achieved...