Word: thatched
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with a thick thatch of greying hair, Physicist Harnwell, a graduate of Haverford and a Ph.D. from Princeton, arrived at Pennsylvania to find it teaching the same sort of physics it was giving back in the 1890s. Within a few years, Harnwell had revolutionized his department, managed a $2,700,000 physics building. He was awarded the Medal for Merit for his war work in Navy radio and sound research, including sonar...
...headline row with his colleagues and the U.S. Senate. With a stubbornness new to Washington, Wilson fought the law which unequivocally required that he get rid of his 39,470 shares of General Motors stock before taking office. Cartoonists had a field day with his unruly grey thatch and his round, heavy-jowled face-which, at the time, generally bore an expression of outrage. From a public relations point of view, no U.S. Cabinet officer ever got off to a worse start. When Wilson, under an Eisenhower ultimatum, agreed to dispose of his stock, the Senate confirmed his nomination...
...Assistant Adjutant General. She was presented in 1881 at the viceregal court, and she "danced with the Duke of Clarence, who trod excruciatingly on my satin-slippered toes." Visiting a great Irish country house a few months later, she saw Irish peasants being evicted, and their stone & thatch cottages being demolished by battering rams. "These people must be taught a lesson," said her host. "That damned Land League is ruining the country." When she asked her father about it, he said: "The people have a right to the land." Later, in France, someone asked...
...Judas figure varies throughout the Black Republic, according to local artistry and whimsy. In Colonie des Vacances. a prosperous village of whitewashed mud and thatch huts outside Port-au-Prince's fashionable suburb of Pétionville, he is usually a raffish, cotton-stuffed fellow in sport jacket with a pink boutonniere, a big cigar and harlequin glasses; in remote Basse Guinaudée (pop. 300) on the southern peninsula, he is a rustic with a ragged face and sisal beard...
...only the way the light strikes. If you stand here with the lamp above your head it'll look just as bad." We changed places. He looked as bushy as ever. "If I were you," he said, picking up a magazine and running a self satisfied hand through his thatch, "I'd see a doctor. No sense in losing it all." "Don't be absurd," I said and angrily smoothed down my hair. "It looks fine when it's patted down." "Looks o.k. now," he said ominously, and started to read...