Word: sat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week Rochester held its ninth Annual Festival of American Music. At festival's end patient Rochesterians had sat through so many new U. S. compositions, that they would have clutched 0 Sole Mio or Ach Du Lieber Augustin like a drowning man. Most-talked-about item of the series: a symphony by a 20-year-old post graduate Eastman student named Owen Reed. Some critics found Reed's brief, concise opus somewhat monotonous. Not so Director Hanson, who spoke of it with exuberant breath: "Comparison of Reed's work with Beethoven's can be made...
...Billy plucked at his coat. "Gee, I don't feel so good. Let's sit down a while. I don't want to go in there yet." On the very threshold of the promised land, Vag found himself frustrated. Muttering grimly about "a pesky younger brother," he sat down on a bench. But Billy, instead of getting better, felt worse and worse; finally Vag thought discretion the better part of valor, and he took Billy down the corridor towards the exit. As he left the fragrant Garden he kept wishing that he had eaten all of Billy...
...evening of a House dance. In the Library, lights were low, the fire blazing, a radio softly cooing. Happy couples were resting from the ardors of the dance, enjoying the soothing half-darkness. Amidst it all sat the librarian at his desk, a stern, uncompromising figure, bending over a book, "It Can't Happen Here...
When 25 of the nation's top-notch contract bridge teams sat down in Manhattan's Shelton Hotel last week to fight for the most prized team-of-four trophy in their sport, the Vanderbilt Cup, favorites to win were the famed Four Aces and a team led by Yachtsman Harold Stirling Vanderbilt, the cup donor. The Four Aces had won this annual event four times; Vanderbilt's team had won once, been runner-up to the Aces twice. Ace Oswald Jacoby was so confident that in the first round he bet $100 to $10 against...
...bomby Sunday afternoon, Mona Gardner sat in a Shanghai park talking Chinese poetry during a Japanese air raid. Outside, Soochow Lane was jampacked with coolies toting vegetables to Shanghai's International Settlement, and fugitives toting babies, bedding, household goods to safety. Neither vegetables nor babies arrived. Suddenly a light bomber roared a hundred feet overhead, its machine gun working-then two more. Because the simplest horror is the most stunning-automatically "our feet take us" to look at heaped bodies on the road, on the barbed-wire barricades, or those still trying to crawl through...