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...Washington last week, pickets with signs-"Commute the death sentences of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg"-kept up a 24-hr.-a-day demonstration near the White House. In New York the Daily Worker filled its pages with shrill protests that "the Rosenbergs must live." Throughout Europe, Communists and fellow travelers pointed to the Rosenbergs as martyrs to "reactionary hysteria...
...really quite regal." Others objected to the sculptured royal nose and the laurel-wreathed, bun-backed hairdo. "Not a good likeness, as far as I can judge," humphed famed non-likeness-making Sculptor Epstein. "Look what they've done to our Queen," piped one shrill critic. "Made her neck too long." "I should say," said another sculptor whose own design had been rejected in the competition, "that the Queen has been cast too young, but as to the long neck-I took measurements. The Queen has a long neck...
...time the northern half of the French column was in position to counterattack. In the jump-off position was the 1st Bataillon de Marche, reckoned the finest Vietnamese unit in the French Union forces, whose tradition it is to charge to the call of a trumpet. Now, as the shrill trumpet echoed over the green jungle, the Vietnamese stormed the small hill where the Viet Minh had dug in. The fourth wave got in among the Reds with the bayonet. The fanatical young Communists died to the last man. By 5 p.m. the Legionnaires commanded the hilltops on either side...
Dixon's opponent, 38-year-old William G. Stratton, served in Congress (1941-43 and 1944-49) and is currently state treasurer. Slight and hatchet-faced, Stratton, an extreme conservative, is conducting a shrill-voiced campaign primarily against Adlai Stevenson ("The most expensive governor in Illinois history"), and dismisses Dixon as "the hand-picked candidate" of Harry Truman's hand-picked...
...wrist in an affected manner which horse- sculptors could only envy, looked back over its shoulder at the nurse. Its face, rosy and polished, had no more expression than an apple. Then it crawled straight off the rug. The nurse looked up from her book and gave a shrill cry of anger. Two spots of red appeared in her white cheeks. But she still held the book open before her at reading level; she was hoping, with all her might, that something would save her from breaking off in the middle of this wonderful chapter...