Word: rangely
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...curtain rang up on the final act of Winston Churchill's long and dramatic career last week. Even a statesman with his great flair for drama could have asked for no more effective tableau. There at stage center, its polished brass numerals gleaming in the lamplight of London's Downing Street, was the famed, ebon-black door marked "10." Choking the narrow street but held back to a respectful distance by alert bobbies were crowds of Londoners whose suspenseful interest in the drama was drawn taut by the lack of printed news caused by a newspaper strike...
...intruder pounded on the locked front door for several minutes, then entered through a rear basement door by breaking a pane and opening it from within. He went at once to the third floor, opening and slamming every door. Mrs. Heddy Schunscher, the Holmes Housemother, rang the "wake up" bell, and the invader directed traffic on the third floor as the girls crowded to the stairways...
...home on Washington's Woodley Road one evening last week, New York Times Bureau Chief James Barrett Reston was getting ready to go out with his family when the telephone rang. "O.K.," said the voice on the phone. "You can get them." For Reston "them" meant only one thing: the secret records of the Yalta Conference. Like other Washington newsmen, "Scotty" Reston knew that the report might be released any time. Only the day before, the State Department had volunteered to supply 24 "confidential" copies of the record to Congress. But the Democrats, knowing the record might thus leak...
...seconds. A recent demonstration of this phenomenon lasted only four seconds. However, the tenor explained that the furniture and tapestries were the cause of the failure, not his voice. The group now has its business office there. Typewriters and an occasional alumni sing resound in the room which once rang with cannons and court-martial, songs and firebells, actors and legislators, explosions and saws. Such noises would have shocked Mrs. Holden, but in another two centuries the chapel may once again echo sermons...
...International Federation of Professional Marksmen. Roger had won no championships, had shot no rifles and no pistols, had never even seen lower Broadway. His dreamy triumphs had all occurred while he lounged idly in a Left Bank bistro in Paris. Once again the laughter of fellow townsfolk rang in Roger's ears. But Roger did not stay to listen. By last week he had vanished, alone and inglorious, into the Norman countryside. His wife was suing him for divorce, and officials of the Legion of Honor were gruffly declining to discuss his case...