Word: stretches
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...everything, says Bovingdon, who took up dancing when he was 33, and ever since has made every motion a dance movement, including shaving, dressing and eating. Said he (Paris, 1929): "Introduce into an ordinary breath the yawn quality. Let this 'yawmzed breath' through its natural partner, the stretch, animate the entire body. This is the 'stylized breath.'" Once he explained: "We are a band groping toward intuitive communication. . . . When you conceive of a community, all members of which are swayed by kindred emotions of awe and wonder, expressing themselves through plastic bodies moving rhythmically, the picture...
...Army looked as if they really had hit the Germans and Italians for six. They landed at Cape Passero, moved on to Syracuse, took it (with the help of naval and air bombardment), moved on to Augusta, took that, lost it, recaptured it, moved on again, past a difficult stretch of broken escarpment and many a toughly defended hill and mountain pass, to stand on the plain before Catania. By then half the eastern coast of Sicily was in their hands...
...beyond the water which offered cover. Once there, they realized that in most places the enemy fire had been rather light. A soldier said: "I've been wounded. But there is so much blood, I can't tell exactly where." In the darkness, along a 45-mile stretch of the island shore, it was pretty much the same: confusion in the first moments, the slow adhesion of well-commanded troops, the first meetings with the enemy on the land...
Last week Sergeant Snuffy carefully peeled the last potato of a stretch on K.P. (a familiar penalty for his habit of overstaying leave), then climbed into his best uniform, went out to the windswept airdrome, stood at deadpan attention while War Secretary Henry L. Stimson read the citation and pinned around his neck the blue ribbon and golden star of the Congressional Medal of Honor. Sergeant Snuffy was the second soldier in the European Theater of Operations to receive the nation's highest award,* the first live man to wear...
Lawson can only call it "the incomprehensible machinery of Chinese aid." But it was not machinery. A chain of human beings, protective, silent, efficient, carried them from one hiding place to an other. For almost two months, Lawson and his crew were handed across a vast stretch of China by litter, flatboat, junk, stretcher, sedan chair, charcoal-burning truck, bus, station wagon, train, plane. Most of the time, young Dr. C., indefatigable, kind, intelligent, was at their side. Several days after the raid he had walked all night, 26 miles, and all day, 26 miles back, to bring the American...