Word: smilingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Along a dim corridor outside the U.S. Senate chamber one evening strode a big, round-shouldered man with a conspicuous smile curling on lips that more often turn soberly downward. New Mexico's Democratic Senator Clinton P. Anderson was obviously happy with his thoughts. Spotting Anderson alone in the corridor, a newsman hurried up, asked a question heard constantly throughout Washington: "Will he make it?" Anderson paused, drew from his inside coat pocket a well-worn tally sheet, heavily marked with circles and underlines in blue ink. The smile tugged harder at the corners of his mouth...
...system cleans the cities of vagrants, helps the harvest and saves the government money. Last week in Pretoria Supreme Court, Justice Quartus De Wet, after hearing arguments that the system has no basis in law, remarked sternly, "The court cannot countenance this procedure." Crusading Lawyer Carlson allowed himself a smile and a side remark: "At last we seem to be getting somewhere...
...York subway is clearly out of his depth. He boards it bearing a pretty bunch of posies and a confident smile; both disappear as the subway doors close on the posies. It takes him forever to figure out on which side of the train the doors will open next, and when he does, he is sandbagged by a horde of inrushing travelers. By the time the train clears and he can escape, he has fallen asleep on his feet...
...this has been an exceptionally quiet spring. No one ached to burn crosses in front of Memorial Church, no one wanted to throw eggs at visiting speakers. In fact, the most opportune moment to throw things--a sympathy snowball riot for Yale--was passed up with a collective condescending smile. The Student Council was well-behaved and even productive, while the Lampoon--minus Fool's Week--turned its energies to physical endeavor with the CRIMSON. No one even tried to steal the Ibis...
...years as a 'Cliffie, Mrs. Bevington admits that she will have to reacclimate herself to dormitory life. "I lived in a cooperative, Edmunds House, after my freshman year, which I spent in Whitman," she said. But the only thing that really worries her, Mrs. Bevington admitted with a smile, is "the problem of having a maid come in everyday to vacuum and dust. It seems somewhat a luxury and even an invasion of privacy." "We're afraid of being spoiled," her husband interjected, teasingly...