Word: postered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...mind fracturing freely within their traditional parties, and 277 splinter factions were competing for office. Out of deference to the sanity of the Uruguayan voters, they all used numbers instead of names, and politicking became largely a matter of fixing the numbers in voters' minds by poster and paintpot. Of all the 277, no figure was more conspicuous, from the River Plate's beaches to the remotest pampas, than 15, the Colorado faction of jaunty ex-President (1947-50) Luis Batlle (pronounced Bat-zhay) Berres...
Richard T. Cooper, a member of the Smoker Rules Committee, declared before the vote that if the rule passed the would refuse to censor any poster...
...Libertà got off to a slow start, but now is growing by leaps and bounds. Its paid circulation is 70,000, and an almost equal number of copies are distributed free, many of them to the Communists themselves. Recently Sogno got enough funds to buy up the entire poster space in Rome for five days, and put up 6,000 posters devoted to the past of Italy's top Communists. At first, the Reds said disdainfully that they would not reply to such "drivel," but lately they have felt driven to long and unconvincing refutations. Palmiro Togliatti, once...
...might easily be insufferably cute, Wiinblad's figures are always redeemed by a caricaturist's humor and a painter's technical skill. Also in the show: textiles with Wiinblad faces that look like otherworld creatures peering from flying saucer portholes, and a collection of bright, bold posters (Wiinblad has done them for everybody from Danish music societies to the Marshall Plan). Standout poster: an exhortation to Danes to be musical ("Play Yourself"), showing a sprightly young lady playing a bow across strands of her hair, an almost perfect illustration of a famed T.S. Eliot line ("A woman...
...white-thatched head was bent over in pain. "I can't go on," he moaned. "It's my stomach. Get a doctor." "But you're on in ten minutes," pleaded the manager. "I'll never make it," cried Sidney. Then the manager noticed a poster, understood the source of the jazzman's distress: Bechet's name was printed in small type, way down on the list of performers. Quickly he explained that it was all a mistake, and promised to get Sidney better billing. Bechet brightened. "Will I get a private dressing room...