Word: restrained
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...York contract, and just stayed. His unique approach to ragtime piano and his remarkable repertoire have kept him popular. Customers at Condon's, once wont to chat through intermission piano and save their attention for the antics of Bruins, now treat the band with a conversational scorn but restrain themselves to gentle hell taps while Sutton experiments between sets...
...Republicans asked, Colorado's Eugene Millikin insisted, was to restrain those who thought the U.S. should be "the world's shmoo and who are always shaking themselves to pieces lest other countries have a bad opinion of us." The peril-point provision would simply allow Congress "to judge the extent to which our domestic producers have become the pawn of diplomacy...
...Statesman and Nation's Sagittarius (Olga Katzin Miller) has written a dedication in verse ("Hedunit") to the hawk-nosed man in the deerstalker cap who "started a mania for singular cases, started a craving few addicts restrain, started a saga of amateur aces, whimsical, taciturn, dashing, urbane . . ." Holmes Addict Christopher Morley (see BOOKS), who helped found the Baker Street Irregulars in the U.S., contributed a satire on espionage in Washington and the atom bomb. Oldtime (80) shudder man Algernon Blackwood wrote a story of horror in a child's nursery that was reminiscent of The Turn...
Both Emperor and people enjoy the new freedom. Hirohito chafes at remaining restrictions. At Unzen, Kyushu's beautiful mountain resort, he spotted an odd type of moss growth in a pond. Botanist Hirohito began to wade in after it. His chamberlain tried to restrain him; it was too dangerous. But by this time Japanese photographers had jumped into the pond to take pictures of the Emperor at its edge. "If it isn't dangerous for them," protested Hirohito, "why is it dangerous for me?" Sighed the chamberlain: "If Your Majesty can find a newspaperman's armband...
...problem facing the college critic of the Theater Workshop's productions of the last three years has been two-fold. First, he must search each time for new superlatives (for each show has been better than the last, thought the plays have not all been equal) and he must restrain himself in order to retain the reader's respect. Second, he must remember (and this is hardest) that he has witnessed an amateur production put on by his fellow students. I now have this problem, "The Tempest," which opened last night, is the Workshop's master concoction. They have emptied...