Word: mien
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Most of the gallerygoers, whether pro-or anti-Klee, wore a solemn mien, as required by traditional museum etiquette. But a visiting watercolorist walked in and asked: "Why isn't anybody laughing...
Spain's ex-Foreign Minister and onetime heir-apparent to his brother-in-law, Francisco Franco, rose with leisurely languor from a red velvet couch, adjusted his gray silk tie, sauntered into his studio to receive the unexpected callers. Solemn of mien, in dark blue suits and black ties, the two señors coldly declined to sit. One thrust forward a blue-bound book with the bright yellow title-Press Mission in Spain. "Have you seen this book?" he asked with menace in his tone...
...devoutly religious-and highly litigious-Quaker who has never been known to fire a shot, lift his fist, or even raise his soft voice in anger. Andrew Russell Pearson is a tall, tweedy, disarmingly mild-mannered fellow, with thinning light brown hair, a sparse mustache and earnest mien; he looks like a shy, quizzical cow college professor-except for his wary blue eyes. The mild manner camouflages a tough, diamond-hard core. And his casual clothes, his innocuously small-town look serve him well in Washington's lower echelons, where many of his tipsters work...
...word picture of the Princess listening to Winston Churchill: "Juliana sat leaning forward, her firm chin firmly planted in her firm hand, squinting a little, nodding a little from time to time as she followed with an obvious effort Churchill's not very difficult line of thought. Her mien was strikingly familiar: it recalled the American matron who had learned at Bryn Mawr that an active interest in public affairs was the duty of an educated, responsible woman, and who was not going to use motherhood merely as an excuse for shirking her duty...
...more reporters popped the question, and were brushed aside. Then a paunchy, scowling ex-sportwriter tried his hand. His own version of what happened next: "... A tall, not unhandsome chap arose, a man of spiritual mien and prematurely grey, arose to declare: 'My name is Westbrook Pegler, Mr. Wallace . . . You have reminded us journalists of the important duty of getting all the available facts. Therefore, I ask you to say whether you did or did not write certain letters...