Word: peering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with a bright kerchief over her head walked into the chapel of the Maryknoll mother house near Ossining, N.Y. in the company of a group of black-hooded sisters. Soon, the religious were intent on their missals, following the recital of the Mass, while the visitor slyly tried to peer about without moving her head. The sisters were full of piety; the girl in the kerchief was full of curiosity. She was TIME Researcher Deirdre Mead Ryan, at work on the week's cover story...
Chastity & Stuffed Cabbage. Diem is a stocky (5 ft. 4 in., 143 Ibs.), young-looking man of 54, with thick black hair and a penchant for white Western-style sharkskin suits. His eyes peer out distantly from beneath heavy lids. He is a lonely man, unused to self-expression, who lets others bring up the subject and then blurts, interminably and at random, not always expressively. He is a man of contrasts. Monkish and inward-looking, fascinated by Gandhi, the Christian saints and by books (he assembled a personal library of 10,000), he long ago pledged himself to chastity...
...copies in the U.S. and 40,000 in England. Adamski saucer-fan clubs have sprung up across the land, and his readers are flocking to hear him talk of the heavenly spheres ("Let us welcome the men from the other worlds-they are here among us") and peer through his two telescopes. Allingham's new book is a worthy successor to Flying Saucers Have Landed...
...reach shelves glide down to shoulder level at the touch of a hand, refrigerators automatically serve cold water, ice cubes or crushed ice. On one side of the kitchen there is a "home-planner's desk" with a TV set that can be tuned so the housewife can peer into the living room and nursery or see who is at the front door...
...little boy with the body of a toy and the neck that works like a spring seemed forever in a jam. But at London's Stoll Theater last week, Little Noddy had plenty of friends. All he had to do when in trouble was to peer over the footlights and cry: "You'll help me, won't you, children?"-and hundreds of squeaky voices would answer: "Of course we will, Noddy. Of course!" In the six years since Author Enid Blyton first put him into a book. Little Noddy has amassed a formidable following...