Word: swirl
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...swirl-dimpled, symbol-specked Weather Bureau maps, the storm gathered in classic pattern: polar air and Gulf of Mexico winds butted along a line that curled like an overturned roller coaster; winds overhead fluxed cold and warm. Translated into ground-level consequences last week, the winter's most severe storm heaved snow, sleet, gales, tornadoes and floods over most of the U.S. west to the Rockies, by week's end was responsible for more than 100 deaths...
...form" of modern sculptors such as Brancusi and Henry Moore. Yet the Kore's abstract balance is physical and intensely feminine too. She bulges the stone, breathing, and smiles from her cliff of self most tenderly. The Nike (Victory) has greatness of another order: she moves like a swirl of gauze and a body both, proudly displaying the lightness of spirit-filled flesh. She is the archaic maid set free...
...openly gloomy about the future of France's former territories, two more of which-the rich Ivory Coast and little Dahomey-last week chose autonomy within the French community. Said Le Figaro solemnly: "A grim race is joined between the French-African community and the countries who swirl in the orbit of 'positive neutralism...
Tall, gawky Dance Master Murray, 63, whose major contribution is to hop onstage like an arthritic flamingo at show's end and swirl his wife off-camera, is puzzled by the popularity of what is essentially a corny variety show with some dance-studio trimmings. Says he: "Maybe it's popular because they want a free dance lesson." Hostess Kathryn, at 52, still a petite 98 Ibs., tries a bit harder to understand. "I've a harsh, unattractive voice, but at least it's distinctive," she says. "The cab drivers always spot it. The other...
...characters can be possessed by joy, reveling in the "idle splash and smell of a heavy rain" or scenting on some passing breeze "the salt air in the churches of Venice." But guilt and remorse close in like sudden fog, a free-floating guilt that seems to swirl around some atavistic memory of the Good Life. Thus an errant wife who has drunk and danced through the night is startled by the birds of dawning: "The pristine light and the loud singing reminded her of some ideal-some simple way of life, in which she dried her hands...