Word: queered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...found her procedure highhanded. When old Cowder offered him $50 million as an added inducement, Freddie sang with simple dignity: "I trample on your gold..." Cowder: He scorns my daughter's addresses! Freddie: Thus do I treat all dollar princesses! The Chorus: He won't consent? Extremely queer He must be mad, it's very clear. Alice (weeping): Oh the disgrace, I cannot bear it... Freddie (in lilting three-quarter time): Her every action confesses The fortune she is worth The proudest of dollar princesses- Is sometimes the poorest on earth...(Curtain...
With the possible exception of Jacob Epstein, 50-year-old Henry Moore is Britain's best and most controversial sculptor. Moore's half-abstract figures-pinheaded people carved into queer, attenuated shapes, rubbed smooth and then pierced with holes-have won critical acclaim in Manhattan (TIME, Dec. 30, 1946). A year ago they earned him first prize at an international exhibition in Venice. Last week, Yorkshire-born Henry Moore let the homefolks in on what he had been doing by holding a retrospective show in the red brick, grey-roofed town of Wakefield. Six thousand Yorkshiremen turned...
...trick was no magician, and not even a farmer. He was a bald, inconspicuous Colorado lawyer, Secretary of Agriculture Charles F. Brannan. Last week Brannan went before the House and Senate Agriculture Committees and solemnly pulled a rabbit out of his hat. Even as rabbits go, it was a queer-looking animal...
...radio in his studio going constantly ("It softens my mind and helps me paint. I know all about Luncheon at Sardi's and Heigh-ho, Silver!"), and all through dinner he watches television programs with his wife and two children. "To Chinese people," he says, "football is very queer, but I like to go and see the games. Also, I play bridge once a week...
...Charles Williams writes, their hour was at hand. The days had a queer brightness. People in their neat suburban houses were having queer dreams. Already one dead man was roaming the streets; he asked the way to London. Everyone sensed it: "Something's about!" Mrs. Sammile knew very well what was about. The path of time on Battle Hill had swerved sharply toward eternity...