Word: sat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...ruffle the Prime Minister any more than the Opposition's 195 votes scared him. But when Critic Churchill said: "I have the feeling that things are in a dead balance. . . . The situation in Europe is graver now than it was at this time last year. . . ." the House sat up to take notice...
...last fortnight, the conductor and passengers of the westbound train from Irkutsk to Moscow gaped in astonishment at the queer old gentleman who sat with a mouldy, grinning skull in his lap. But Anthropologist Ales Hrdlicka smiled benignly back. For he had just been presented with the most precious skull of his career, and he was literally not going to let it out of his clutches...
...lucrative trade-triangle-West Indian molasses, Newport rum, African slaves. Result: one of the largest groups of private mansions in New England. Through these fine houses from the Revolution to the present have passed nearly all the famed social arbiters and artists of U. S. history. Rev. Thomas Skinner sat for Telegraph Inventor-Painter Samuel F. B. Morse; National Academy President Daniel Huntington painted Bishop Henry C. Potter; Alexander James did Admiral Stephen B. Luce, who inaugurated modern naval training; George Peter Alexander Healy produced a famous likeness of Mrs. August Belmont. While John Singer Sargent had a whack...
...soft, spring evening, three years ago, Frigyes (Frederic) Karinthy, popular Hungarian poet, sat sipping tea in his favorite Budapest café. Suddenly he heard locomotives rumbling, reverberating, dying away. Startled, he raised his head. He knew there had been no trains on the streets of Budapest for 40 years. But he took no treatment for his head-splitting hallucinations until his eyesight grew dim, his legs shaky, his stomach rebellious...
Taking his ease on a cottage porch near Hendersonville, N. C., one day last week, sat tanned, lanky Rt. Rev. Henry St. George Tucker, Presiding Bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Church. An automobile drove up. "Ablewhite!" cried Bishop Tucker. "I'm glad to see you. Come on in." He shook the hand of a dusty, weary, baldish man-Rt. Rev. Hayward Seller Ablewhite, Bishop of Northern Michigan, resigned. From a retreat in Gambier, Ohio, Bishop Ablewhite, his name beclouded in the press, had furiously driven 600 miles to beg the aid of his superior. The two sat down...