Word: robing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Wrapped in his long-fringed, white prayer shawl, and dressed in a white linen robe, Rabbi Finkelstein stood on the dais; looking to the East, with his back to the congregation, he faced the Ark of the Covenant. On the lectern before him lay the great scrolls of the Torah, the book of the law of Moses. Rabbi Finkelstein's clenched right hand beat upon his breast in the traditional gesture of sorrow. Clear and strong, in the twang and guttural of the Hebrew chant, his voice rose...
...hour older, but much wiser, Irish Bob, the student whose cauliflowered face was capped by one of ring history's classic mice, gave the crowd a disfigured grin, climbed into his kelly green robe and jauntily strode out of Madison Square Garden's arena. Maxim's manager, "Doc" Kearns, invited other hopefuls to try deposing the champ some time: "We will fight anybody...
...throne was an ordinary armchair in claret-colored upholstery, his garb a spotless white shirt and beige ankle-length robe, elastic-sided boots, and a white turban wound around his head, one end hanging rakishly loose in Hejaz style. Once Abdullah installed a set of distorting mirrors in the entrance to his audience chamber so that he could chuckle at the changing shapes of approaching people, particularly dignified British diplomats...
...agonizing partly because it was the first he had ever written. At 44, Whitney Griswold was just completing his freshman year as a university president. But for any president, Yale's 1951 commencement would be something out of the ordinary. Next week, as Griswold dons his academic robe and the gold chain of office, to accompany the solemn commencement procession on its traditional path from the campus to the New Haven Green and back again, he will also be marking Yale's 250th anniversary year...
...mildest wind blows a mournful plaint. Through the ruins to the East Gate Market come those who try to sell their few belongings to buy food. So, one day this week, came a stooped old man with dull eyes and a wispy beard, dressed in a soiled grey robe and a bedraggled Panama hat. Under his arm he carried a thick, paper-covered Bible, in Korean characters. He asked 3,000 won (50? at Army exchange rates) for the Bible. "I have had that Bible for ten years. I don't want to sell it," he said...