Word: waxen
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...city steeped in tradition and superstition. Ghosts as well as whores and gamblers haunted its streets and houses. The ghosts still do. New Orleanians swear that two waxen-faced Yankee soldiers parade through the corridors of a building on Constance Street, singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Dr. Deschamps, the dentist, hanged in the 1850s for murdering a girl he was trying to hypnotize, still haunts an apartment in 714 St. Peter Street. The Devil's own head hung on a gable in a house on St. Charles Avenue until gable and house were torn down...
...Presidenta, her waxen face as deadpan as it always is when she is not smiling, will insist time & again that her husband governs alone, neither asking nor getting her advice. "I am his wife," she says, "and I am interested only in social work...
Picasso is at work on a huge canvas which will never fit anyone's idea of interior decoration. Entitled The Charnel-House, it is still in the drawing stage (see cut). Says Barr: "Its figures are facts-the famished, waxen cadavers of Buchenwald, Dachau and Belsen. The fury and shrieking violence which made the agonies of Guernica tolerable are here reduced to silence. For the man, the woman and the child this picture is a Pieta without grief, an entombment without mourners, a requiem without pomp...
...solid mayoral chair sat Oberbürgermeister Alfred Freiberg, his sightless eyes fixed on the carved ceiling. In armchairs beside him, waxen-faced in death, sat his matronly wife and bespectacled daughter. In an adjoining room Stadtkämmerer (City Treasurer) Kurt Lisso, his wife and daughter also sat in poisoned death. The rigid bodies of four Volkstürmers sprawled in other offices. Two, it was plain, had sat across a table, sipping brandy until one had drunk enough to pick up a machine pistol, shoot his comrade and then himself...
...tireless reporter, sensitive to the sights, sounds, horror and humor of war. His cables reflected that sensitiveness. In the Kwajalein cleanup his eyes had caught the sight of a dead Jap's bearded waxen face sprinkled with the rubble of a wrecked pillbox, on Leyte the pathos of G.I.s celebrating Christmas by decorating twigs with Christmas wrappings and empty cigaret packs...