Word: smile
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...burdens at least as great as those which have fallen upon any other mortal, he remains unscathed of soul, brisk in thought and manner. Americans remember him as the Generalissimo who drove through their cities, after the War, clad in a handsome blue uniform and with a slow, understanding smile. Frenchmen know him as the still active President of the Inter-Allied Military Commission to enforce the Treaty of Versailles. Of an evening he is to be found with a pipe and a friend at his snug little house, 138 Rue de Grenelle, Paris...
Tableau. A roar of cheering and shouted snatches of Fascist songs greeted Premier Mussolini as he entered. Ramrod-backed he deigned to nod, to smile. Then his right hand upraised commanded silence. ... A wrist watch might have been heard to tick. . . . Grasping the laurel with one hand and the roses with the other, Il Duce sat down at his desk, stared straight before him, his gaze piercing and immovable. . . . When Il Duce's dramatic silence had begun to seem permanent, the President of the Chamber, Signor Casertano, at length plucked up courage to open the session, not with...
...would feel injured, if only in principle, by fresh curtailment of his freedom to be with Oxoniennes. But many another Oxonian-for Oxford's flower, full-blown these many centuries, is here and there wilted to a decadence unknown in U. S. universities, as yet-would shrug and smile secretly to think that in their concern for the conduct of mixed company in Oxford, the authorities had continued to disregard well-known practices among athletes and poets, dons, esthetes and choir boys...
Major de Bernardi landed his Macchi Fiat monoplane. He was strapped in with a separate loop for each arm and leg, the whole contrivance fastening with a buckle on his chest. He creased his wind-stiffened face into a smile for the photographers. In the timers' stand, beside a direct wire to Rome, Luigi Freddi, special correspondent of Dictator Mussolini's paper Popolo d'ltalia, sent his news. Before the race the Dictator had sent Major Bernardi a message, couched in his customary Napoleo-Caesarian rhetoric: "All Italy prays for your success". . . . Now Major de Bernardi made...
Almond eyed Chinese solemnly walked the floor never cracking a smile, even when one of the cannibals slid across the floor and left a black streak, they were planning revenge on the Jews who were making eyes at their women and Grank their cider...