Word: shone
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...without an argument. U.P. Staff Correspondent H. D. Quigg wondered whether his lordship would prefer to have the Gettysburg Address begin: "Eighty-seven years ago our fathers founded here a new nation." And what about the about, asked Quigg, in the Biblical phrase, "And the glory of the Lord shone round about them"? But Lord Conesford stuck to his guns. Last week, invited to appear on CBS-TV's The Last Word, he landed in the U.S. to continue the attack...
...wore a rose in his lapel increased his exaltedness as a Moral Authority so that he shone exceeding bright in the eyes of the world, he increased the prestige (also important in those days long past) of the world council. He refused, however, to let the plebiscite be held, but he was very devious in his obstructionism and few were aware...
...Replied Dempsey: "It was you fellows who made me." From France came Georges Carpentier, a dandy of 63, who plugged not only Dempsey but his own Paris restaurant. From the Argentine came Luis Angel Firpo, 62, once the Wild Bull of the Pampas, now a lumbering giant whose dignity shone somehow through his confusion with the alien nonsense around him. Gene Tunney, anticlimactically absent, sent a message of homage to "the noblest Roman of them all." In turn, Dempsey thought that Tunney was a fine fellow and a great champion, "regardless of what anybody says." Soon afterward, Edwards danced away...
...days when the sun shone unblinkingly on empire, the path of Britain's lifeline to Australia and the Far East was studded with steppingstones in the form of British bases. Since World War II, the demands of Asian neutralism and nationalism have gobbled up one British naval or air station after another in the Indian Ocean area until only two remain between Africa and Singapore, both in the Dominion of Ceylon, and both now doomed like the others to be sacrificed to local nationalism...
...dinner, Wilkie Collins decided to see them home. Strolling together along the semirural roads of northern London, the three friends were halted suddenly by a piercing scream, and from out the gate of a villa dashed a young woman "dressed in flowing white robes that shone in the moonlight." Painter Millais exclaimed: "What a beautiful woman!", while Novelist Collins disappeared into the night crying: "I must see who she is and what's the matter...