Word: wined
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bolted door. It would not give. But their screaming and beating was too much for the lone soldier guarding the door. Moved by pity, he pulled the bolt, and the village women rushed out. Before them, with a machine gun in firing position, were three Germans. They waved empty wine bottles and laughed drunkenly. but they did not fire. The women glanced for one terrified instant at their town-almost every house and building and stable in it was ablaze -then ran for the hills, dragging their children behind them...
While the classmates relaxed and drank wine, the Boston Orchestra played "Up the Street," a Richard Rodgers medley, "Espana Rhapsody," Meistersinger Overture," "An American in Paris," "Serenade for a New Baby," "Deep Night," "Johnny Green Medley," "Harvard Fantasy," and "Fair Harvard...
...oblation which custom demands of monarchs: "An ingot or wedge of gold, of a pound weight," and "a pall or altar cloth." Philip, her husband, stepped to her side, and while the choir sang the hymn, All People That on Earth Do Dwell, man & wife received the bread and wine. Together, they led the prayer: "Our Father, Which art in Heaven . . ." Thus, freely confessing that "Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory . . ." Elizabeth II celebrated her crowning...
...fancy weapons (military rifles, big-game guns, nitroglycerin). The police reported that the "oligarchs" had ordered 1,000 identically cut grey suits, supposedly for use as uniforms in some future uprising. The 17th precinct station became a sort of society resort. One Buenos Aires matron, unable to send wine to her son because "liquor is not allowed in the jail," was heard to cry, "How barbarous...
...song that will seduce all listeners. She proves this by means of a drowsy Harvard-type matematician who reluctantly succumbs to her mating-call. Enter two Satyrs on the make. Unable to find suitable females (the chorus is full of "dried up wretches") they sublimate with a bottle of wine, after invoking the services of a good-natured Bacchus. The Soprano decides that the conquest of a god would give immortal proof of her powers. The Satyrs push the unwilling Bacchus into her arms, but he soon grows sated with her singing. "The only cure for excessive vocal production...