Word: tiered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...that moment, the improbable became the possible: the unpredictable Dodgers had a chance. Anything could happen: the Dodgers even tried to make the Lavagetto lightning strike twice. The Dodgers were in a fix again next day. Joe DiMaggio had slammed his second homer of the Series into the upper tier of the center-field stands, and the Yanks were leading. With two out in the ninth inning, the Dodgers had the tying run on second base. Pinch-Hitter Cookie Lavagetto stepped up to the plate-and struck out. Now the Yankees were in the lead, three games...
...When I was a child," said Eugene Delacroix, "I was a Monster." In time the monster grew a mustache and became famous for his wit, his dandyism and his fierce, flamboyant art, which now fills one-third of the Louvre's 19th Century tier of honor. But Delacroix's leaping, flesh-tearing lions, burning cities, shipwrecks and hard-riding Moors suggest that, being a true child of his age, he never quite outgrew his childhood. According to one of the painter's closest friends, Poet Charles Baudelaire (who also gave life quite a Peter Panning), savagery...
...very motherly-looking mother, Mrs. Lydia Hagymasy, who arrived from Budapest; after ten years; at New York's LaGuardia Field. Actress Massey was having a full week: she had just appealed to Washington to let her Aunt Terez stay in the U.S., and she was about to marry Tier third husband...
...Metropolitan Opera chose to open its 62nd season. No one could deny that, from a social point of view, Lakmé was practically ideal: it didn't matter too much if latecomers missed the first act, or spent the last act in the bar on the Grand Tier floor-the real attraction was the second-act "Bell Song," a coloratura showpiece and practically Pons's theme song. Lakmé itself is a kind of earlier Madama Butterfly-involving the love of an Indian priest's daughter for an officer in the British Army-but far inferior...
...massive mountain of a woman, with crinkly brown hair, wide eyes and billowing chins. She lumbered among tier disciples in a dirty wrapper, fumbling endlessly in the tobacco pouch from which she rolled her cigarets. Again & again she was caught red-handed in chicaneries that would have made a carnival rifter blush...