Word: pens
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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TIME Correspondent Craig Thompson, looking and listening throughout the trial, wrote this account: The prisoners' dock was a picket-fence pen knocked together out of boards salvaged from packing cases. It contained four rows of seats, four to a row. Around the dock there was a plethora of blue-and-red-capped, uniformed guards of the NKVD. Between the dock and the audience stood two guards, immobile with rifles grounded, leather cartridge cases on their belts, unbuttoned bayonets glinting like polished silver under the batteries of Klieg lights...
Turkish corners were the rage; puff-sleeved, pompadoured pinups from the pen of Charles Dana Gibson blossomed on college study walls; bicycling scorchers menaced pedestrians; and rural free delivery was about to be established by law. The year was 1895. The same year, the late, great, tragic scholar and editor Harry Thurston Peck (Twenty Years of the Republic) began publishing in the Bookman the first U.S. best-seller lists, compiled on the basis of sales in the nation's 30 or 40 leading bookstores...
...never harmed a flea in his life, could achieve such fame-and such authority? A paragraph of Up Front casts some light on the mystery. After five years in the Army, Bill Mauldin fully understands the infantryman, and he has a sharp eye, a good ear and a facile pen for transmitting his understanding. He wrote...
...capricious music was not always profound, his mastery of technique sometimes concealed the fact. He was an organist who made Europe aware of Johann Sebastian Bach, and his position as a musicologist is still unchallenged. On the side he filled folios with hundreds of delicate water colors and pen sketches, and he was music's most prolific letter-writer. "This," he once wrote to his mother, "is my 35th letter since yesterday...
...moments later he emerged, his shoulders drooping. With the others he walked quickly to a brown tent with two of its sides rolled up. They sat stiffly at a plain trestle table covered with a grey blanket. On it was an inkwell with a plain, wooden pen, the kind a post office provides...