Word: palme
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...with windows so small that he could sit back without being seen. He didn't even splurge on a mansion. A bachelor, he lived in a frame house across the street from an automobile scrapyard. He never went off to Florida, Saratoga, or Europe, was never photographed under palm trees or on streamliners...
...Hopeful. Arakelian took Avak to his Palm Springs mansion, "Dream of the Desert," once owned by Barbara Hutton. Avak paid a brief visit to his new patient, placed his hands on Vaughn Arakelian's shoulders and told him: "You are going to get well in a very short time." Then the young faith healer retired to the more modest home of one of Arakelian's neighbors. He walked in the yard, went for an auto ride through town, ate cheese, vegetables and bread. He could read no English, but he ruffled interestedly through stacks of mail and telegrams...
...started her golfing at four. Usually Marlene considers golf fun, but a few weeks ago she had balked at practicing. Father, putting on an act of what he called "wrathful psychology," broke her niblick over his knee. She cried, repented, and went back to her practicing, thereupon won the Palm Springs Invitational Tournament (with play that included a par 70). Marlene's ambition: to beat National Champion Babe Didrikson Zaharias...
...slim, middling-aged man with a wind-reddened face underlined by a thick white towel around his neck, steps from a launch, calls the day's offender aside, and with gestures explains in a gentle, English-tinged voice, "Now, this is the surface of the water, and my palm, here, is the blade of the oar . . ." The boyish enthusiasm over crew and Bert Haines among the men he has handled in 27 Harvard seasons indicates that in him the College has something very much like a genius at work...
...keep republican government alive; the Caesars ended it. Today, at the foot of that hill, in the Via delle Botteghe Oscure (Street of the Dark Shops), which runs almost exactly along Rome's ancient city limits, stands a smart red brick house; there'rules the affable Palm-Branch Caesar of Italian Communism. His Communist Party organization is (as in all countries) a state within a state; in Italy, that shadow state happens to be more substantial than the feeble real...