Word: passione
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...have as much" faith in the U.S. as Roosevelt had will feel that the nation would have survived. At times, Gunther's bald style fails him and his subject entirely: "Young Roosevelt was still at Harvard. Presently he found himself in love with Eleanor. He kept this passion a great secret, however; he did not even tell his roommate . . . Late in 1903 he asked her to marry him, and she at once accepted." The Roosevelt romance will probably get more imaginative treatment...
...Southern Germany, U.S. High Commissioner John J. McCloy was among 5,000 visitors who watched the first performance in 16 years of Oberammergau's Passion Play. In some ways it was like old times in the little Bavarian village. Most notable modern touch: the white-helmeted U.S. MPs roaring through the narrow streets on motorcycles...
Since a penchant for public confession is one of the most essential items of equipment for a would-be mahatma, Dalmia concentrated on owning up past misdeeds. He admitted that he had once been seized with passion for a distant female relative. "Shamelessly, I proposed a meeting to [my first wife] . . . She lost no time in getting friendly with the lady and persuaded her to agree to my beastly proposal." He admitted, too, that his business morality had been shaky: "I feel as if I had sucked the blood of the poor in establishing the big name of Dalmia...
Born and raised in the Missouri River town of Boonville (pop. 6,000), Charlie Van Ravenswaay had had a passion for frontier history since boyhood. If present-day youngsters didn't see things that way, he thought it was partly the fault of the museum. Jefferson had a whole wing full of frontier treasures (as well as a somewhat more popular permanent exhibit of the trophies of Charles A. Lindbergh). But there they were, locked away in glass cases or, if in open displays, with "Do Not Touch" signs all over them. Last year Van Ravenswaay got his long...
...Wine of Etna's hero, hulking, hamhanded Sergeant Craddock, the order to move back into battle was heartbreaking. With war-widowed Graziella, he had discovered a passion which his own wife back in England had denied him. But Graziella got nowhere when she pleaded with him to desert and stay with her. Sergeant Craddock loved honor more. Said he: "I am a soldier. You have known that all the time...