Word: shoulders
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...court martial sitting to try Mihail (Michael) Manoilescu, onetime Under-Secretary of Finance, for conspiring to place onetime Crown Prince Carol on the throne (TIME, Nov. 7, 21) returned a verdict of not guilty and the prisoner was discharged. Wild enthusiasm greeted the decision and M. Manoilescu was carried shoulder high from the court room in the Ministry of War at Bucharest, Rumanian capital...
According to legend, in 1876, aged three, Marceline, perched on the shoulder of an old clown, entered a bullfight arena where his helpless sprawlings made him funny. Marceline preferred to say that he had run away from the tailor to whom he had been apprenticed, crawled under a circus tent and fallen asleep. Then an old clown had saved him from the crouching lion against whose cage he had dozed and taught him the astonishing art of making people laugh. All the legends made Marceline a Spaniard, but he talked with a tight cockney whine in his voice...
...take my beating without excuses--just as any Forecast would. I am giving Joe Jr. an example of huge moral courage, letting him learn anew the significance of the motto, or the Forecast coat-of-arms. We stood together in my library my hand on little Joe's shoulder; and I pointed to the famous Forecast crest--crossed shovels, a sitting bull couchant on a field gules argent, with the scutcheon emblazoned "Nimmermehr Alibi" And I said, "My son, remember this and live up to it as I have done...
There was not enough headway for their chauffeur to stop. So to avoid killing busybodies and brawlers he tried to drive along the shoulder of the road. The rear wheels skidded. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell were jolted half out of the open tonneau into the ditch. The car rolled on top of them...
...Europe there is no match for Sergei Koussevitzky, bull fiddler. Last week in Boston he forgot for an evening he was a great conductor, gave a concert alone with his first love. One arm over its shoulder, his head bravely near its horns, he stroked it, caressed it, hypnotized it until it fairly quivered with the excitement of making music again. Fleetly, like a master violinist he put it through the most intricate paces. Solemnly, majestically he let it announce itself father and ruler of them all. Ladies, victims long since to the charms of Conductor Koussevitzky, sighed new sighs...