Word: rains
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...strolled out to a wisteria-covered arbor. Arthur Dean looked up at the cloudless sky and said: "Mr. President, make it rain." "You know that's impossible, Mr. Dean," Rhee answered. "Only the laws of the universe can make it rain." Dean smiled and said: "The exchange rate of the hwan is the same thing. Only the laws of economics can keep it steady...
...never afraid to die is now a country where so many are afraid to live. The clerical shareholders are listening. The writers of Ireland must get instinctively to know just what not to say . . . Ireland's a decaying ark . . . windows bolted, doors shut tight, afraid of the falling rain of the world's thought...
...British-U.S. occupation troops, had been cordially hated by the Triestini since last year's bloody riots. The British, therefore, insisted that the military ceremony be held close to the dockside, where the carrier Centaur waited to bear Winterton away. On the morning of the great day, rain and high winds lashed the city and the harbor; swarms of impatient Italians broke through police lines and made a shambles of the dockside area; Winterton's Italian guard could not get through. Even Italy's own spruce Bersaglieri and their commander, General Edmondo de Renzi, were buffeted...
...father and brothers to find her a husband. Lizzie is all the wrong things-uncoy, intelligent, blunt; failure unnerves her; and she is bleakly staring spinsterhood in the face when a posturing, flamboyant young con man (Darren McGavin) blusters in, swearing that for $100 he can bring rain. With the money in his jeans, he spouts philosophy, poetizes, woos the girl, teaches her to have faith in herself. By the time he rides off to make a new pitch, she is well on her way-with another beau-to the altar...
When paint failed his purpose, Dove would turn to collage (pasting oddly assorted things together to make a picture). He portrayed his grandmother by superimposing a bit of her needlepoint, a page from her Bible and some pressed flowers, upon old shingles. To depict willow trees in the rain he mounted twigs, flecked with gelatine, on glass. Wild and precise at once, he would try anything, and always with exquisite craftsmanship. Until his death, Dove's painted patterns of blobby color and flickering line gained steadily in emotional refinement, but their refinement resulted in a kind of fragility. Seen...