Word: walkings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...recall, met his present parishioners one day last summer when he went for a walk by the River Han and saw the swarms of ragged urchins clawing over the piled-up refuse for scraps of coal or tin or paper that could possibly be sold. In time he made friends with them and, while awaiting the arrival of fresh loads of garbage, told them Bible stories and taught them a few hymns. After a while he moved into a packing case at the dump and began to build his church. When TIME told his story, he figured that $100 would...
...required 10 minutes of artificial respiration before regaining consciousness, at which time he struggled so violently that five men were required to hold him down. After a brief rest he was able to walk away from the pool unaided...
Then Secretary of State George Marshall pointed out the hard facts. Such a revision, he declared, could only mean the disintegration of U.N. The Soviet bloc, the Arab states, perhaps the Far Eastern bloc would walk out, leaving the world divided into three or four armed camps. Many friendly nations, with whom the U.S. has a strong working alliance in the U.N., would jump for a neutral corner. Said U.N. Delegate Warren Austin: "The only possible bridge between the East & West would collapse; and yet, the problem of bridging the gap between the East & West is precisely the crucial problem...
...jockey costume, he looks deceptively thin. Most of his 112 pounds are padded about muscular shoulders, which taper to a slim waist and toothpick legs. In the jockeys' room, where he is cock of the walk, he is by turns charming and churlish, chatty and mum (he likes to read between races ? usually bestselling novels). Sometimes, when another rider has done something in a race he doesn't like, his dander rises and he tosses equipment around the room. He can swear as proficiently as any jockey, but when the occasion calls he can speak perfect parlor English...
...will have all my beds blown up, not stuft: Down is too hard . . . Then, my glasses Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse And multiply the figures, as I walk Naked between my succubae . . . My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agat set in gold, and studded With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. My footboy shall eat pheasants...