Word: whose
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...real rough hockey and a possible brawl is what you're looking for in the way of entertainment, by all means wend your way down to the Boston Arena tonight. The varsity hockey team and B.U., the two contenders whose most recent skirmish resulted last year in 58 minutes of penalties and four serious injuries, face off at 9 p.m. in the second half of the season's first hockey double bill...
...Conference had omitted the touchy question from the agenda; it came up on the conference floor in Washington last week just the same. Agreed a majority of the representatives of U.S. Greek-letter societies, in a resolution swathed in verbal cotton wool: fraternities that have "selective membership provisions" (i.e., whose bylaws bar anybody on grounds of race or religion) ought to "eliminate such selectivity provisions." The vote: 36 for, 3 against, 19 abstaining...
...with the words, "Titian deserves to be served by Caesar." The female magnificence of Titian's Danae and the male craftiness of his Pope Paul III in last week's show confirmed the emperor's judgment. Philip IV, Habsburg King of Spain, had patronized Diego Velasquez, whose pictures of the king's little daughter, the stiffly costumed Infanta Margareta Teresa, were among the most brilliant and humanly pathetic portraits ever painted...
...hand, glowering through horn-rimmed glasses, only moving to make a penciled note or rasp a quick order over his shoulder to a subordinate. Again, there was a moment of tense comedy as McNeil (looking remarkably like Arthur Godfrey) listened with polite incredulity to Russia's Amazasp Arutiunian, whose hunch-shouldered delivery and darkling glance were strongly reminiscent of the late Fiorello La Guardia...
...alone, "casting off all others." Though he could never forget that he was King, and usually wrote with royal restraint, sometimes, during separations, he wrote her as warmly as any other 16th Century swain, e.g., ". . . Wishing myself (especially of an evening) in my sweetheart's arms, whose pretty duckies I trust shortly to kiss . . ." The real trouble with Henry as a writer of love letters: his emotions always turned out to be so unstable...