Word: shedding
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Speech. It was before this monument that President Coolidge doffed his hat, shed his overcoat; faced a biting wind, radio transmitters, 150,000 people; orated. His one pronouncement of policy was that the U. S. would not enter the World Court unless the Senate reservations were accepted in toto. He said in part...
...what we are and from what curious urges we evolved." Mr. Gorman is careful not to claim that his portrait "is the man," and professes to give nothing more than a picture of the man as he sees him. He is equally modest in disclaiming any attempt to shed new light on Longfellow's career, or to criticize his works in detail. The reason of his book, he explains, is the poet's reprpesentative quality in American letters...
...needing paint, swung over the porch. It said "Shady Rest." The interviewer found Mr. Birger in the cellar, playing with a white dog. He had on a bullet-proof jacket. Six men sat around, spitting and smoking and laughing at the puppy. They all had rifles. Outside in the shed was an armored touring car that Charles Birger used when he drove abroad on his affairs. The roadhouse .was barricaded. Machine guns looked out between the shutters. Mr. Birger said he would get Carl Shelton...
...watch an old tree or the weathered slabs of a thatched shed take form from Artist Rackham's pen, and the first thing you know the tree or shed is leering at you like a weird warlock, or smiling like an oldtime grandmother, put of eyes and mouths that vanish when you look closely. Only some knots, bark or grain-wrinkles remain. A gnarled shrub will be writhing and snickering like a soul lost and sarcastic in a twilit place, until you examine. Then you see it was only some Rackham lines, perpetually innocent in their deceit...
...Stokowski had made his men invisible, with only steady little stars on their music stands. Obliged, nevertheless, to retain his own visibility, he had arranged for a spotlight directly over his head. This was what disconcerted, for it was no modest white spotlight, but a refulgent yellow sun. It shed a mighty and beatific radiance upon the waving Stokowski mane, which, grizzled by daylight, became golden, heavenly, divine. It almost seemed to Manhattan critics that M. Stokowski, in his desire to hide his orchestra for the music's sake, had inadvertently made himself a cynosure for all the extra attention...