Word: perched
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...little silver-colored bird in the lobby of the Time & Life Building in Manhattan's Rockefeller Center. Every hour, on the hour, from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., the little bird sashayed from side to side, opened its beak and sang its song. The little bird's perch was in a wooden tree which overhung the head of a startled-looking horseman (see cut), also carved of wood. The whole thing formed the central figure of famed Swedish Sculptor Carl Milles's latest piece of sculpture, Man and Nature...
...Boston with a load of fish, caught sight of the Mary E. O'Hara's masts. Five of the crew were still hanging on. One man slipped off even as the North Star hove to alongside, but he was fished out alive. Another, frozen to his perch, had to be pried loose...
...first two volumes of his mammoth Life of Richard Wagner, scholarly Biographer Ernest Newman, musicritic of the London Sunday Times, viewed the Geyer issue from a safe perch on the fence. In the third volume, published this week (Knopf; $5), Mr. Newman let himself carefully down on the non-Aryan side. Fundamental premise: Geyer was a lodger in the household of Police Actuary Carl Friedrich Wagner in Leipzig; there is no evidence that he was not there in the late summer of 1812, when Johanna Rosina Wagner conceived the child who was to be called Richard. New evidence...
Leadville, Colo. (pop. 4,774), self-advertised world's highest incorporated city, has seen some fancy goings on from its perch two miles up in the Rocky Mountains. Since the discovery of silver touched off an avalanche of fortune seekers in 1878, its mines have yielded some $600 million in silver, gold, lead, zinc, copper, manganese. Today it is still a rowdy, frontier mining town. Queen of its night life is the Pastime's Blonde Bobbie, who relaxes at the piano between rounds, amazes customers with a repertoire ranging from blues to classics (all played...
...orange half-moon hung low over the Hudson highlands and the broad, dark Hudson River. A few villagers who had been fishing for white perch pulled up their lines, strolled across the New York Central tracks to the little concrete platform of the Hyde Park railroad station. When the President's special train slid around the bend from Poughkeepsie, a cluster of 50 townfolk in light dresses, in shirt sleeves and slacks toed the edge of the platform. They left the graveled parking space free for Franklin Roosevelt. "We know where we're supposed to stand," chirped...