Word: right
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sport except flyfishing. At the Royal Quebec Golf Club one day this summer, St. Laurent went out without a caddy. Said one of the pros, who might also have been summing up St. Laurent's political career: "Why does M'sieu St. Laurent need a caddy? He is always right down the middle. He knows where he is going...
...ordered 14 suspects locked up and held incommunicado while a secretly appointed Royal Commission dug up the facts. St. Laurent's political opponents rapped him hard for carrying out the spy probe under a secret order in council. Said St. Laurent later: "I was satisfied it was the right thing to do and I was prepared to take the consequences...
...magazine she would like to start, she found herself repeating: "It's got to have flair." Says Fleur: "I couldn't get around the word. I just had to use it." After she had dreamed and importuned for two years, Publisher Cowles decided that Fleur was absolutely right. This week, 46-year-old "Mike" and his 50-year-old brother John, who already own two magazines (Look, Quick), four newspapers and four radio stations, announced that they will publish a new magazine next February. Its name: Flair. Its editor: Fleur Cowles. She has already quietly signed...
...noisy, or I don't feel so good, I just play some of my old arrangements and get out," says Mary Lou, flashing her white teeth. "If I feel like it and the crowd is good, then I just settle back and maybe do a little composing right on the spot...
...time she got through Caravan, everyone knew Mary Lou was feeling all right. She had always relied more on her piano than her personality, and this time, bobbing to the beat with an impish smile, she was giving them everything-boogie-beat, bop-beat ("You don't hear it, you feel it"), right-hand ripples, thick, murky chords ("Right now I've got chords way ahead of bop"). She even took a rare fling at singing one of her latest, a "five-course" satire on bebop called The Land...