Word: restlessly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...damage, on the movie industry was that three studios had to stop shooting for one afternoon-one because some hired elephants got restless, two because smoke dimmed...
...acts, begun in 1816. Those who are annoyed by the program of Berlioz's "Symphonic Fantastique" will find the combination of Byron's story and Tschaikovsky's music even less to their taste. The scherzo, which is mostly a representation of an Alpine waterfall, is very fine and strangely restless in mood, with admirable orchestral effects; but the other three movements are quite bad. Still the first half of the concert is well worth hearing; and it is a pleasure to have Mr. Goosens as guest conductor...
George Abbott swiped it from Shakespeare, Shakespeare swiped it from Plautus, and Plautus swiped it from somebody else; we will take Mr. Abbott's version any day, but it is probable that Mr. Shakespeare spent a restless evening last night...
...Author. Volatile, restless, sharp-eyed, thin-featured, André Malraux is known slightly by many people, well by very few. He talks a great deal, and very rapidly, smokes constantly, is disturbed by a facial tic which stayed with him after illness in China. Gloomily handsome, mildly sardonic, he enjoys the companionship of pretty women. Born in Paris on November 3, 1901, of well-to-do parents, he went to five schools as War drove his family in and out of the city, graduated from the famed Lycée Condorcet, which schooled Proust, then studied Sanskrit at the Paris...
...beckoning September day four years ago, sandy-haired, 21-year-old Dwight Long, restless son of a Seattle builder, chucked his junior studies at the University of Washington and pointed his snug, white, 32-foot ketch Idle Hour out of Puget Sound. Before him lay the glamorous uncertainty of the western horizon; behind, Foulweather Bluff and the fouler prospects of graduating into a depression. One afternoon last week, with 35,000 miles in her wake and her bows scoured with the spray of more than seven seas. Idle Hour breezed in from the blue Atlantic and hove to off Manhattan...