Word: wreath
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Great is the esteem expressed when musicians present one another with wreaths. By this token a big, bearish Russian might have felt doubly honored last week in Manhattan. He received not only a floral wreath, but a lyre made of red and white carnations and inscribed "in the name of American musicians to this Orpheus of Russia." The famed, hulking Orpheus was Alexandre Constantinovitch Glazounov, now making his first visit to the U. S. and appearing last week as conductor of his own works...
...details of that North Russia campaign of the A. E. F., New York City paid the corpses brief homage. Fort Jay guns banged out a salute of 17 guns. Flags were half-staffed. In a pier baggage room in Hoboken was held a funeral service. Many a wreath was stacked around the coffins. Drums rolled. Rifles discharged thrice. Buglers blew "taps." There were no crowds, no major-generals, no Congressional committees...
...point of fact Wilhelm II kept in telephonic touch with the hospital up to the last moment, sent a wreath to the funeral, appeared more than most of his entourage to have forgiven Princess Victoria, once his "Little Vickie"* and favorite sister, for the shame and ridicule she brought upon the House of Hohenzollern by marrying Subkoff?a gigolo...
...Belgium's nine provinces. War veterans had carried them in "Sacred Relays" to Brussels-no great distance since the remotest edge of the kingdom is only 114 miles away. While the last nine relay runners panted and held their flaming torches high, King Albert laid a huge wreath of purifying chrysanthemums around the polluted orifice. Then with a loud S-s-s-s-s the gas was turned full on. Simultaneously the runners thrust their torches into it "as a symbol of purification and reparation." Flash!-and once more Belgium had a Sacred Flame...
...Italy riding in a Brussels street at the moment when an anti-Fascist took a shot at him (TIME, Nov. 4). You heard the shot, saw the crowd swerve to pounce on the assassin. You saw the young Prince, his face tight as a drum, proceed to lay a wreath on a monument as though nothing had happened...