Word: wayes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Much of the zing is supplied by pretty, blonde Christina Ohlsen, 25, who graduated to a RIAS microphone by way of dancing school, a Nazi concentration camp and postwar German cabarets. Christina comes on the air pretending to be a newsboy, hawking the day's headlines in rhymes which frequently poke fun at the Communists. Her most popular tagline, delivered in a knowing, childish singsong, comes at the end of her report of any pompous Communist proclamation: "Das versteh' ich nicht," she says wonderingly, "das versteh' ich wirklich nicht! [That I don't understand, that...
About 1930, on an impulse, he persuaded suspicious Soviet bureaucrats to part with six of the best canvases in the magnificent Hermitage collection in Leningrad (including Rubens' Portrait of Hellena Fourment, Rembrandt's Athena and Flemish Dierick Bouts's The Annunciation), thus opening the way for bids from more timid collectors and dealers...
...shrine's twelve famous murals of the Buddhas and their disciples, the foresighted brought along a few electric heating pads to sit on. One evening a fortnight ago, one of the artists forgot to flip the switch before he left. Next morning, a party of schoolchildren on their way to visit the shrine saw clouds of smoke billowing from the temple's gracefully curved old roof...
Lucky Girls. The chief worry of Joint Directors Reich and Loebbert is providing the tough, worldly-wise adolescents who come to Adelheide with some skill or trade with which to make their way in postwar Germany. Every week, from 20 to 30 young wanderers turn up there-boys like 17-year-old, shock-haired Karl Waldhauser, who had been drafted to work in a Russian-zone uranium mine. After three days on a pneumatic drill, Karl escaped and crossed the border at night. Says he: "I never get homesick. Maybe that's because my father and mother are dead...
Like a Flatworm. Calculating machines have been getting better and more complicated, Professor McCulloch told the engineers, but they have a long way to go before they rival the brain. A big calculator with 10,000 vacuum tubes may be a useful machine, but it has no more "intelligence" than a primitive flatworm with about that number of nerve cells. Lecturer McCulloch frankly admits that he cannot explain, in terms of electrical engineering, the brain's creative powers...