Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...scholars had been offered an exceptionally large piece from Cave 4 for $12,000. An old hand at the Bedouin bargaining table, the scholars began making counteroffers. Finally, last summer, during the height of the Middle East crisis, Cross and Jordanian Curator Yusuf Saad of the Palestine Archaeological Museum sat down with Kando for a bit of high-class haggling over tea and Turkish cigarettes...
...Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Scholars have given St. John's symbols of strife and destruction various names, though the sixth chapter of Revelations, through which they ride, names only one-Death ("and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him''). The current issue of Saturday Review presents a new theory by an old student. His name: Herbert Hoover...
...President Hoover, 84, concurs with the generally accepted designations of the rider on the white horse as War ("a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer"). He also agrees with the majority that the rider on the black horse was Famine ("and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice . . . say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt...
Where Quaker Hoover takes issue with tradition is the designation of the rider on the red horse as Pestilence ("and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword"). Hoover points out that in more than 20 different kinds of disasters and punishments mentioned in Revelation, pestilence does not occur once. St. John, he thinks, "had some other idea in mind" for the red horseman −"the name which we know in modern times as Revolution...
...Last Laugh. They laughed when he first sat down to play. Goren acutely recalls a day at McGill when a girl friend asked him if he played bridge. "I knew that girls play bridge in the afternoon," says Goren, "and I didn't see why I couldn't. I sat down to play and made a complete ass out of myself." Goren's girl laughed at him-and thin-skinned Charlie Goren, late of Philadelphia's slums, was no man to be laughed at. "It was like putting a knife through me," he says...