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...Cubs' rightfielder) beat out fuzzy-cheeked Kirby Higbe (now the Brooklyn Dodgers' pitching mainstay). A few years later in Charlotte, N.C. 17-year-old Hal Newhouser (now the Detroit Tigers' 23-game winner, and the American League's most valuable player in 1944 and 1945) wept in the locker room after losing a big game. About 275 big leaguers, one in five, have been Legion alumni...
...Forget Thee. Why had Palestine, a narrow, 10,000-square-mile strip of desert land, become a concern to all men? In part the answer, as old as history, was the yearning of Israel for its promised land: By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. . . If I forget thee, 0 Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. In part it was as old as man's desire to be free, now manifested in Arab determination to win independence. In part...
...Portuguese retainer was trying to encourage a kitchen fire with damp wood when the little family arrived. The children goggled at the medieval stove, whimpered and wept. (Maria had forgotten her pet poodle and a friend in Lisbon had given her a strange setter; Mamma had forgotten her passport, but that had been taken care of, too.) There was no central heating or electricity-Bella Vista hadn't been occupied for 100 years, save for a brief stay in 1942 by Dom Duarte, pretender of the House of Braganza. At nightfall, kerosene lamps cast shadows of the spindly Empire...
...crowd cheered everything indiscriminately, and wept over Enesco's own stormy Sonata No. 3 in A Minor. For Menuhin and Enesco the concerts were warmups. They plan to play together in the U.S. next fall...
...brain were much more real to him at times than we were." Over his mental offspring, Dickens suffered all the joys and torments of family life. He wrote daily, rigorously, from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon. No Victorian reader of Dickens' works ever wept so copiously over them as Dickens himself. "I have had a good cry," he once wrote to Forster. "I am worn to death. I was obliged to lock myself in when I finished yesterday, for my face was swollen to twice its proper size. . . ." "Between ourselves," he gravely informed another friend...