Word: whereupon
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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While the two chatted, Adlai's Florida campaign manager slyly pinned a Stevenson button on Kefauver's lapel, whereupon Estes pinned a Kefauver button on Adlai. "Congratulations on joining the cause," said Kefauver, simultaneously reaching over Adlai's head to shake a voter's hand. "May the best man win-Adlai," replied Stevenson, reaching around Kefauver's middle to do some handshaking...
...segregationist Democratic Representative Howard W. Smith declined to see the delegates: "A waste of your time and mine." Most dramatic confrontation came when Mississippi's Gus Courts walked into the office of Missis sippi's James O. Eastland. Courts told the Senator how he had been shot, whereupon Eastland shook his head and said: "We don't condone that." Eastland remarked afterwards: "Negroes come up to see me all the time...
Leopold showed off his child prodigy at the first opportunity. Wolferl was only six when he played for Empress Maria Theresa at Schönbrunn Palace. He was seven when he played before Louis XV and tried to kiss Madame de Pompadour. She pushed him away coldly, whereupon he piped, "Who is this that does not want to kiss me? The Empress kissed...
There were skeptics. One stunt of the road-show phrenologists was to "excite" veneration by massage of the relevant bump, whereupon the subject's face "instantly assumed a solemn and beautiful expression." Sober clergymen railed against this sort of thing, but the phrenologues answered by incorporating in their lectures a proof of God's existence, to wit: the Bump of Veneration proved there should be Someone to venerate; God, in His turn, proved the existence of the Bump of Veneration. Just as a psychoanalyst may reason that a patient who dislikes analysis ("exhibits aggression") is therefore...
...dacha in the country, a villa in the south, a talented wife, and a rag-taggle of pedigreed dogs. But in his latest novel, published in Russia last year, Ehrenburg let on that life is a bit of a bore and wondered whether it is worth living at all. Whereupon his fellow workers in literature were ready to tear him to pieces in a comradely way -until he confessed that it was all a mistake...