Word: staring
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...there are, there are. I know several men who can do the Stare better than I. My Stare has never been what a should be. I can keep my eyes glassy, Yes, I can even do better than most Careful Greeters that exquisite expression of the thin, suddenly drawn-back lip. What was wrong I never suspected, but now--A professional secret, mustn't well. Honor bright...
...definitely graduated from the lightweight class and now ranks with the welters but the flapper of "It" she remains successively if not successfully in the plots accorded to her talent. Friends of the lady will recognize again in "Three Week Ends" her sinister love gesture, a long stare from under touseled locks, this time directed at Neil Hamilton. The other essentials are also present, lively bounding around, saxophone atmosphere, and the pathos of misunderstood love...
...swiftly. Here and there a bedfast invalid screamed foolishly. Many were crazed, stupefied by the fumes. Three, a grandfather, a father and a son. suddenly broke away, rushed into their house. Streams of lava trickled on all sides barring exit. Agonized onlookers saw them climb to the roof, stare stupidly at the Wall. The Wall broke. The three peasants, dead, were held fast and straight by the lava which coiled and recoiled about their knees. The lava slid up to their shoulders, and above their heads...
...upon its surface an overwhelming memorial to the South of the Civil War. General Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, Jefferson Davis were to ride in mighty panoply across the stony bluff, surrounded by acres of sculpture representing the Southern armies. From the plain below, children of unimagined generations would stare upward at these heroically chiseled warriors of ancient days. But the men who were to shape these titanic figures have been only human, vexatious, quibbling...
When the shooting began, pedestrians screamed and scurried. Two men had walked up behind Gangster Lombardo and stood there emptying automatic revolvers at close range. When the shooting stopped, the crowds closed in again to stare at the victims and gabble at the police. The police caught one man, rushing along the street with a revolver in his hand. But he was Mr. Lombardo's other bodyguard, one Joseph Lolordo. The assassins had put their guns in their pockets, mingled with the mob, vanished...