Word: thin
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that he and Beatrice Belkin had been married. Last week Beatrice Belkin refused several engagements in the East and, instead, soloed with what she now calls her hometown orchestra. This gracious attitude merited, and got, a gracious reception. Beatrice Belkin never roused the welkin; her voice is shrill, rather thin. But the Omaha audience packed into Joslyn Art Memorial Auditorium called her back time & again. Omaha's critics fell in line with the public. The city has had to struggle to maintain its orchestra. The Press never voices any criticism which might discourage subscribers or little Joseph Littau...
Both of the others are government officials. Gustave Van Belle, Commissioner of Roads & Bridges in Flanders, is a slim, diffident man with thin legs and a reddish face. He has been world champion three times, won many an international tournament with his artful sidearm stroke. Long-nosed Albert Poensgen, a onetime jurist and now a well-paid employe in Berlin's Ministry of Finance, is considered by his confreres to be the luckiest player in the world as well as one of the best. At 51 he has been playing in international tournaments for 21 years, won the world...
...much alive. Last week the Premier of Thuringia yielded gallantly to the regal Duchess who is 41. She sailed sedately into the Grand Ducal Mausoleum (where Poet Goethe lies buried near her husband) on the arm of no less a personage than the Chancellor of all Germany, pale, ascetic, thin-lipped Dr. Heinrich Bruning, 47. As Democracy thus squired Autocracy to the tomb of Genius, a witness was Comrade Anatoly Lunacharsky representing the Soviet Power. All over Russia on this day last week Soviet celebrations honored Goethe. Communism celebrated not because it approves Goethe's bourgeois works or his grand...
...trees, but dark scant pasture drawn thin...
...fading autumn sunshine. A young Frenchman mounted the steps of a house in a Paris suburb and touched the knocker. His dress was one of conscious affectation, that of a dandy of the Restoration; he was eighteen years old, and his elbow was crooked around a thin manuscript. A kindly neighbor in his country home had secured for him an invitation to meet Saint-Beuve, the great literary critic, and read some poetry to him. Saint-Beuve's library was soon vibrating to the warm emotional tone with which a young man reads poetry, particularly when the poetry happens...