Word: sunsets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...according to the Voice of "Fátima, the Roman Catholic journal published by the shrine at "Fátima. "In the interests of accuracy," it said, the world should know that the pictures were not taken in 1917 at noontime, but in 1921 during "an atmospheric effect at sunset." L'Osservatore got the pictures through Federico Cardinal Tedeschini, who had heard about them from Dr. Joao de Mendonca, a Portuguese government official and member of the reception committee at the shrine's anniversary celebration last year. Mendonca explained that his deceased brother, an amateur photographer, had taken...
...Ossefvatore waited to print the pictures, which had "Fátima, 1917" written on them, until Mendonca had sent the paper a letter, affirming their authenticity. But later Mendonca explained, as the Voice did, that he had been mistaken and the pictures had indeed been taken towards sunset some years after 1917. The 1917 date had been erroneously written...
...tree hut in Kenya's Royal Aberdare Game Reserve, watching big game gather at a jungle waterhole. It was one of the rare moments of her projected five-month tour during which Elizabeth could really enjoy herself. As a herd of 30 elephants lumbered into view before sunset, she seized her husband's arm. "Look, Philip, they're pink," she whispered. The elephants, grey by birth, had been rolling in the pinkish dust of the forest. Prince and Princess delightedly snapped pictures...
Dorothy Dandridge is the most strikingly good-looking Negro singer to come along since Lena Horne. Hollywood discovered that fact last year, when Dorothy sang in Sunset Boulevard nightclubs; then London got a look and quickly agreed. But "everyone" told her she still had to prove she could be a success in New York. Last week Singer Dandridge proved it emphatically. The management of Manhattan's La Vie en Rose could not supply tables enough for the customers who crowded...
...library lies about 80 yards from the house at the end of the walled garden, and escape is comparatively easy. "Well, well, you never can tell," the judge will murmur, looking into the sunset over the heads of the family group seated on the terrace. He gets up as if to flick his cigar ash into the shrubs, strolls, aimlessly for a moment, and then unobtrusively ceases to be among those present...