Word: sadly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...probably counts turnstiles in his sleep. Yesterday he was cornered in the sanctity of his office in the Union rotunda. Less than 100 feet away, ruthless undergraduates were paying $15.00 for participation tickets and heaping great oaths on the Harvard Athletic, Association. Questioned about finances, Bingham smiled the sad, wise smile of the afflicted and said, "This year we will spend about $700,000 gross. Of this, $100,000 will come from the sale of athletic participation tickets. The rest will have to come almost entirely from football gate receipts...
Persia's Hamid Reza Pahlevi, 16-year-old brother of the Shah was not doing so well. The sad-eyed Prince, who played hooky from a U.S. summer school last June and shortly turned up in Paris, disappeared last from a Washington, D.C. school but got bagged again. He entered a Hollywood hotel one midnight, settled down in the lobby when he could not pay in advance. When cops woke him, the Prince produced a passport as identification; but it was not his (he had borrowed it). He was briskly hauled off to the station house. Eventually delivered into...
Composer Hanns Eisler earns his living by writing music for the movies. He dislikes both his work and his employers. According to him, ". . . No serious composer writes for the motion pictures for any other than money reasons." Last week Left-Winger Eisler blamed Hollywood's "moguls" for the sad state of film music. "They are afraid of their own shadows, which they mistakenly think is public taste. ... I realize my remarks are a little risky, but I like risky remarks...
...said, end "banker control" of Central. How? asked ICC. "Why," said Young in surprise, "our very presence would relieve it." If he liked the girl enough, after going with her eight or nine years, said Young, he might later marry her by unifying the two roads. He painted the sad plight of Central, "the finest railroad property in the richest country in the world . . . being kicked around in The Street for virtually 10? on the dollar...
...many at the auction, Doré's paintings looked like tremendously outsized Sunday school chromos darkened by varnish and dirt. In the general murk, Moses could be discerned gesticulating at Pharaoh, a sad-faced monk daydreamed over an organ, pagan gods fell in a heap beneath a cross, and Paolo and Francesca embraced in hell. Critics wondered how the great illustrator could possibly have turned out such daubs...