Word: scarecrows
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...weeks. He made his first break-from a marching column of P.W.s-by taking a lightning header into a ditch of muddy water. The guards never saw him go. He exchanged his R.A.F. uniform for "the most beautiful coat he'd ever seen" (he borrowed it from a scarecrow) and headed for the British lines...
...friends and acquaintances, shy, scarecrow-thin John Peet was not easy to ken. At 34, he had gone through an odd succession of careers: enlisted man in Britain's crack Brigade of Guards, English teacher in Prague, private in the Spanish Civil War's International Brigade, policeman in Palestine, chief Berlin correspondent for Reuters news agency. Some people considered John Peet insecure, haunted and unhappy; others regarded him as witty, well-informed and likable. Allied officials in Berlin had privately marked him down as a Communist or at least a fellow traveler, who passed information to the East...
Moth-Eaten Scarecrow. Despite the confusion and the roaring babble set off by the throngs on the floor and in the galleries, dinner was deftly served. To the unconcealed awe of all, the filet mignon was hot when it arrived. The food had been prepared in the kitchens of the Mayflower and Statler Hotels and had been rushed to the armory in special heater-equipped trucks. An army of 625 waiters was on hand to serve it. The serving-men were drilled as meticulously as a troop of light cavalry and they were controlled by an intricate traffic-light system...
...President Harry S. Truman rose to launch Democratic campaigning for 1950, there was a stirring salvo of applause and whistles from the multitude. The gist of his speech: that the Republican party had "insulted the intelligence of the American people" when they "dragged out the same old moth-eaten scarecrow of socialism" as an issue in the 1950 elections...
...first belt of sound from the brasses pinned them to their chairs. Lanky Stan Kenton flapped his arms like a scarecrow in a hurricane as the 38-piece band blasted out a "montage" of the jazzed-up dissonances that Kentonites have slavered over since 1941: Artistry in Percussion, Opus in Pastels, Artistry Jumps. Every once in a while he gave them a breather: blonde June Christy came onstage and cooed Get Happy, Lonesome Road and I'll Remember April. Most of the time it was a bewildering battle between the violins, violas and cellos on one side...