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Word: vines (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...feet tall. I just don't get that satisfaction from the American female. She's reluctant to say anything inspiring to me about my appearance or abilities or talents or whatever." It was all so odd that Hostess Esther Williams, an athletic sort and no clinging vine, was moved to comment on one male's observation: "I don't believe he believes a word that he's saying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TELEVISION: La Diff | 9/28/1959 | See Source »

...brought over here from Asia and Africa, they were given various names, such as Jones and Smith. I haven't adopted a name. It's a part of my ancestral background and heritage: I have re-established my original name. I have gone back to my own vine and fig tree...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Syncopated Silence | 8/10/1959 | See Source »

...ancient Aryan invaders of India found that from the fermented juice of a vine (probably Asdepias acida) they could get a drink that made them feel happy, courageous and of superhuman strength. They called it "soma." It was so potent that it gained the status of a deity (the Rigveda is repetitive with praises of the divine potion). That was about 3,500 years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Brave New Soma | 6/8/1959 | See Source »

...Ghana last week, on an athletes' tour sponsored by the U.S. State Department, Bragg seized his chance. On the first break in his closely packed schedule, he took off on a 100-mile trip into the tropical jungle. There he came face to face with a towering, vine-festooned tree. "Isn't this fabulous, Daddy!" he cried, and heaved himself aloft up a 60-ft. vine. Wearing a varihued. skirtlike Tahitian pareu that he fancies, Bragg spent a happy hour emitting Tarzan yells and swinging from branch to branch. "This is why I came to Africa," cried Bragg...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Twig Was Bent | 4/20/1959 | See Source »

MANAGE as best you can, said Nature, and pushed me into existence. Thus the mild genius of 18th century French painting, Jean Honoré Fragonard, described his own beginnings. A child of Provence, Fragonard was raised in the soft sunshine, on vine-covered hills, with the Mediterranean and the mountains as his horizon. He studied under Boucher, came to fame in Paris, was a friend of Madame du Barry and American Ambassador Benjamin Franklin. Almost nothing more is known of Fragonard's life. With typical breeziness, he signed himself "Frago." and painted himself just thrice. One self-portrait...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: REFLECTION OF YOUTH | 3/23/1959 | See Source »

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