Word: ritual
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next afternoon the President went through a more serious ritual. Some 150 correspondents jampacked his office. The President leaned back in his chair, looked at his watch, lit a cigaret, smiled, waited until the doors were closed. Then, to each correspondent was given a piece of paper on which was mimeographed...
...famed forwards-Cook-Boucher-&-Cook; to Johnson, defense man who has raised a five-year-old son since that first game in the Garden; to silver-haired Manager Lester Patrick and to weather-beaten little Trainer Harry Westerby. When Murray Murdoch's turn came, there was a special ritual. Out stepped Lou Gehrig, baseball's "iron man," who has played 1,350 consecutive games with the New York Yankees. He presented the ring to Murdoch, only Ranger to play in each and every one of the team's 400 games, an unheard-of record in hockey...
...decide what if anything was accomplished at the Seventh Pan-American Conference at Montevideo (TIME, Dec. 11 et seq.), grey and graceful Secretary of State Cordell Hull was by last week completing his leisurely journey back to the U. S. In country after country he stopped to eat the ritual chicken and soothe Latin American sensibilities with smiles and goodwill speeches...
...flounces in her mistress's gown, squeals "Whatever mahst you think ahv me!," shows little of the high class lady's precipitousness toward adultery. Even the unexpected arrival of Prince Alfred, his polite donning of Josef's brass buttons and his performance of the candelabra ritual serve only to embarrass Josef and frighten Marie. In the end the Prince has met Marie's mistress, Josef has done his master a good turn, and candlelight is indicated for both parlor and pantry. Good shot: Josef posing as the Prince, looking unhappy when the Prince's telephone...
...wispy sickle moon slid through the heavens over Peiping one night last week, eclipsed the planets Saturn and Venus, left them glowing balefully red. To some yellow-robed Buddhist monks conducting sombre ritual in Peiping's ancient, dilapidated Lama Temple, the eclipse was an ominous portent. They twirled their prayer-wheels uneasily, muttering the potent Buddhist charm: Om mani padme hum ("Hail to the jewel in the lotus flower"). Three nights before, some 1,000 miles to the southwest of Peiping, the great Dalai Lama, Venerable Ocean Treasure and Jewel of Majesty, had gone to his Nirvana, aged...