Word: petered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Kindly, fatherly Pope John XXIII issued his first encyclical last week, and it proved to be a fatherly message of warning, hope and encouragement. Ad Petri Cathedram (To the Chair of Peter), the circular letter's opening words by which it will be known, is neither a trail-blazing social document (like Leo XIII's Rerum Novarum in 1891) nor a detailed doctrinal exposition (like Pius XII's Humani Generis in 1950). It is instead notable for the familiarity of its style, the range of its concern and the warmth with which it faces its subject...
...combos-Tinsley's Royal Aces, Perdue's Pirates, etc. After that he "gigged around" with most of the famous bands of the '20s and '303-Jimmie Lunceford, McKinney's Cotton Pickers, Benny Carter, Fletcher Henderson, Cab Galloway-but eventually all the jobs seemed to peter out, and by the time The Embers offer came along, Jonah had been playing in Broadway pit orchestras...
Prize Catch. Like maharajahs eager for a tiger hunt, the big dealers and collectors came flocking to the humid, glass-roofed main salesroom of London's famed Sotheby's (pronounced Sutherbees) auction house. Prize catch of the lot was clearly Peter Paul Rubens' Adoration of the Magi. A 10 ft. 9¼ in. by 8 ft. panel painted by Rubens at the peak of his powers in 1634 for Louvain's Convent of the Dames Blanches, it is considered by dealers not only the best Rubens in Britain but the most important old master...
After all the months of speculation, the climax came so fast only the experts could follow the action. Sotheby's Chairman Peter Wilson, forehead beaded from strain and the heat of his serge coat and striped pants, started the bidding by asking diffidently: "Shall I say ?20,000?" A voice promptly sang out "?100,000." Bidding with lips, eyebrows, fingers and catalogues, dealers whooped the price upward at the rate of ?5,000 every four seconds...
They are, and it is just as well, If the little monsters were to breed, perhaps with the four-headed puns of Peter (The Tunnel of Love) De Vries, the printed word might never be the same. Still, considering the general run of summer fiction, Wallach's fable is funny enough. He tells of a soulful young swimming-pool salesman who leaves Manhattan because "inside stuffy little apartments a million parakeets mess up their cages and refuse to say an intelligent word"-a conception subtle with the flavor of Zen-Zen, the West Coast's cultural mouthwash...