Word: winks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Fortunately, there is controversy. When two of the nation's most admired painters can hold and express views as diametrically opposed as those of Mark Tobey and Andrew Wyeth, a healthy state of tension exists. "Multiple space bounded by white lines," Abstractionist Tobey tells the world without a wink, "symbolizes higher states of consciousness." And Realist Wyeth replies: "What the subject means is the most important thing...
...Black and Tan ordeal of rebellion "troubles" in 1921, a horde of citizens, ostensibly thumbing their beads, conspire to rescue a Condemned young revolutionary from his British jailers. Wearing saucy high heels under their false habits, two fake nuns thoroughly enjoy their patriotic lark at the death cell, wink, exchange secret smiles and repress girlish giggles while a fine broth of a boy barely escapes the noose...
House High Jinks. Emerging from cob-nosed Clarence Cannon's Appropriations Committee, the resolution touched off a long, loud partisan debate with many a tongue in cheek and many a wink. It is only "common courtesy," said Mississippi's Jamie Whitten, to invite the Administration to indicate where to cut its own budget. Complained Tennessee Democrat Ross Bass: "We are faced with this unusual situation because it is the first time in the history of our nation that a President has submitted a budget for the opera tion of the Government; yet neither he nor his Secretary...
...beginning of the meeting (as one observing newsman put it), "protocol controlled every wink and sneeze." Because neither President had legal permission to leave his own country, they shook hands over a carefully surveyed international boundary marker at mid-bridge. The presentations of wives and officials were made in a minuetlike ritual. Then the two chiefs retired to a little pavilion built at one side of the bridge, sat down, and talked...
...brick, lightened by an occasional pub in which you see a few sodden wretches mournfully ruminant over a glass of bitter beer-if you have gone through this, then, my boy . . . your guts will ache with passion for the Happy Land, the glorious country with the bright Sunday evening wink of the Chop Suey signs, the roar of the elevated, the sounds of the radio . . . and the peaceful noise of millions of Jews in the Bronx slowly turning the 237 pages of the New York Sunday Times...