Word: sullenness
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Back in his native Iowa with his third-party campaign, Wallace slogged along on his crusade. He looked tired and sullen; his hair was now almost white. Seeing him wandering aimlessly around hotel lobbies, old friends came up to him with a smile, and tried to talk. They soon gave up and just stared. Wallace stared back and then wandered on, heavy-bodied, restless and moody...
...Cuba, which has the largest (152,000) Communist Party in Latin America, the government has recently pried Communists out of control of most labor unions. Last week a platoon of husky maritime police marched down to the Havana docks, ejected the toughest leader of them all: sullen, 6-ft. Stevedore Boss Aracelio Iglesias...
Devil Anse Hatfield was a tall bearded man with round shoulders and a slight stoop, grey eyes, bushy eyebrows, a hooked nose. He was the father of 12 children. Randolph McCoy was 20 years older, tall, kindly, broad-shouldered, with sullen grey eyes and a full beard and mustache. He had 13 children. Devil Anse built his cabin on the edge of West Virginia, at a point where Peter Creek flows into Tug Fork. Across the Tug in Kentucky, up Blackberry Creek to Hatfield Branch, then up the steep mountain slopes to the ridge at Turkeyfoot-seven or eight miles...
...psychologists and educators, heading the "Harlem Project," had spent four years collecting the shocking facts, and trying to do something about them. The project examined three schools: P.S. 120 for boys, P.S. 101 for girls, and P.S. 10, a co-ed elementary school. It found class after class of sullen and wretched children. There were boys who stole and "unmanageable girls" who screamed and shrieked and bit their neighbors. In one school, one out of five boys had been in court for truancy or delinquency...
...father was sullen and cantankerous. "If that boy," he fumed, "ever shows the first inclination towards music, or noises disguised as such, I will kill it." Musical noises were just what the boy did incline to, and nothing his father said or did could stop him. On Sundays, his mousy spinster aunt sneaked him off to a church where he could hear an organ. By the time he was eleven, he was composing a church service every week ("I used to write like the devil in those days," he apologized later). He toured the petty courts of Italy and Germany...