Word: swiftly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Palabaud has seen the swift ruin of so much beauty that death holds no terror. He remembers how quickly the lovely bronzed Polynesians fade, how at 30 their "faces become shrivelled and deformed . . . and bodies which were formerly shapely either swell or collapse into meagreness." His beautiful Tahitian mistress had come home with him, but in European clothes her soft body loses form and boldness, her sandaled feet seem flat and ugly. Palabaud dies peacefully in a hospital bed, his mind awash with memories of the sea he had always loved. A few shreds of his corpse are sent...
...arrogant and corrupt. With the help of the Grundy machine, Duff was elected governor in 1946-and was one of the state's ablest. A major reason for his success was his refusal to show fear or favor toward the machine that demanded both. The breakup was swift and spectacular: Duff's Senate election in 1950 was almost as bitter to the Old Guardsmen as Democrat Joe Clark's Philadelphia mayoralty win in 1951 or Democrat George Leader's gubernatorial victory...
Three times on Sunday Herman and his sisters attended service at the Baptist Church in McCrae. At home he listened while Gene Talmadge read the Bible or talked politics. When he forgot his chores, Herman felt his father's swift justice: a whipping administered with the stinging end of a plowline. On the farm, too, he gradually learned a special discipline: that he and the small sons of the Negro field hands with whom he played must eventually go their separate, segregated ways...
Remember the cavalry? This is a story about what it used to do when it was not chasing the enemy. It was chasing girls. The French cavalry was particularly well trained in this peacetime maneuver, and of all the young French officers none was more swift, more sure in the pursuit than Lieut. Armand de la Verne (Gerard Philipe) of the 33rd Dragoons. Cocksure he was, and one day he laid a bet he could have any woman in town within a month-put their names in a hat and take your pick...
Author Rowse finds it hard to understand why satirists such as Swift and Pope fired some of their nastiest arrows at the glittering Marlboroughs. He bridles at the refusal of most Britons (which persists to this day) to regard the mighty pair with proper awe and admiration. To have boundless ambition, to become fabulous millionaires, to seize the power behind the throne coldly and calculatingly-these, as Rowse sees them, are not only natural characteristics in great men and women, but a small price to pay for national greatness and security. Be that as it may, the Marlboroughs...