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...with enthusiasm. Her style sustained an immediate and vast improvement; she lost the literary quality that had impaired her early efforts and began to work more blandly. She still dreamt sentimentally of motherhood, but she painted her concept like a realist; her children's eyes were the holy, sightless eyes of Correggio's cherubs but their bodies were the bodies of minute Frenchmen, hired for thirty francs a week in a Paris atelier, and drawn with surpassing skill. The great museums began to buy her pictures. Very few are privately owned-only those which she put on sale...
Mussolini with an emperor's fillet encircling his brow. Mussolini staring ferociously from sightless eyes, frowning like omnipotent Jove. Mussolini represented by a bust of sinister green bronze, ten times natural size. Such was the symbol of imperialism which arrived recently at Manhattan,U.S. A., and was shipped to Boston last week as the chief item in a traveling exhibit of Italian art, which has been both sponsored and censored by the Fascist Government...
...flying night, then made his way forward and peered into the engine cab. At the throttle was a hand- the steady hand of Engineer William Vanbergen, but the body of Engineer William Vanbergen sagged on the floor, and a grey ooze trickled down the side of his sightless face. Engineer William Vanbergen had crushed in his skull 15 miles back against a steel bridge stanchion...
...Garden Hose" At Fort Tilden (near Manhattan) anti-aircraft gunners prepared to test a new "sightless" 50-caliber Browning anti-aircraft machine gun. Instead of aiming and firing at the target by the aid of sights, a gunner firing the new weapon simply turns it like a garden hose upon aircraft overhead and sprays them with a stream of 450 bullets per minute, every fifth bullet being a flaming "tracer bullet" which indicates...
...offered a merciless display of fistic pyrotechnics upon the body of an ron-jawed, rock-gutted youth from New Orleans, one William Kennedy. For twelve rounds Kennedy kept coming in, jerking his head from side to side under the champion's sharpshooting, his red eyes glazed and almost sightless under the fire of the electric torches; kept coming in, while Kaplan, irritated by his resistance, clubbed remorseless blows to the body, sent jabs flickering to his bloody mouth: kept coming in. . . At the end of the fight, Kennedy was still conscious...