Word: tails
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Cavaliere, a horse and rider that appeared to have just paused in the middle of a saddleless, bridleless journey. The horse, whose plump body and delicate, spindly legs were more Chinese than European, stood with its neck stretched straight out; the flowing horizontal from its muzzle to its tail was unbroken except by the rider, who looked both babyish and brave-lonely, puzzled and somehow heroic...
...absence, however, the job must continue to be done, and if the present reviewer has no sense of humor at all, and if he like only a few selected domesticated dogs and horses, and finds uniquely unappealing the sight of an elephant carrying with its trunk another elephant's tail, he at least responds like all normal American children to such marvelous human beings as Francis Brunn, Unus, and Harold Alana...
...just another leathery-necked U.S. forest ranger, living quietly with his schoolteacher wife ("Most rangers marry schoolteachers, doggoned if I know why") on the edge of California's Death Valley. Last week, Stan Jones was cruising around Hollywood in a 1949 car, with reporters and photographers on his tail. Overnight, a little tune that he had cooked up around the campfire, called Riders in the Sky, had put him in the spotlight...
Loudly and vehemently Dennis disclaimed Browderism, of which he had been one of the loudest mouthpieces when Browderism was the party line. He told the comrades: in their zeal to defeat Hitler, he and the other chieftains around headquarters had "dragged at the tail end of Roosevelt . . . did not adequately maintain our own Communist identity and vanguard role." This is the sin now known, in the Aesopian doubletalk of communism, as "tailism." Browder, said Dennis, was still hypnotized by his "original opportunist illusions." But Dennis' eyes had been opened. To the barricades...
...example of his men in action. When he asked one airlift pilot at Tempelhof for a ride back to his headquarters at Wiesbaden, the pilot glanced at the general's regulation pilot's jacket which hid his rank and shouted: "You'll have to shake your tail and get aboard. We're in a hurry...