Word: baldly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...idea could have been more appalling to the late tall, bald Prince Georges Vasili Matchabelli. Georgian-born, like the marrying Mdivanis (but with the difference that his right to his title was never questioned), no Georgian prince was ever more aware than he of the value of a title. Once Minister to Rome for the short-lived Georgian Republic of 1918-21, he married the Italian Actress Maria Carmi, went...
...bald eagle is handsome, majestic, tremendously powerful. An individualist, it is rarely seen in the company of more than one of its kind. These attributes make U. S. citizens unversed in Nature proud to acknowledge the bald eagle as their national bird and emblem. Shocking to patriots are the facts that their bird is a bully, thief, coward, eater of carrion. It is so lazy that rather than hunt its own food it prefers to steal the prey of smaller birds. Better yet it likes to avoid all effort by finding its meal rotting in the sun. When Benjamin Franklin...
Often and ably does Japanese Minister of Railways Shinya Uchida cudgel the brains in his bald head for a new publicity dodge to draw the attention of tourists to Japan. Last week foreign editors were printing new pictures of the Japanese Minister of Railways. Reason: Mr. Uchida had had himself snapped putting a jujitsu headlock on blonde Mrs. Sarah Mayer, wife of a British Army officer in Japan...
Ever since the day in 1930 when his American Gothic won $300 and a bronze medal from the Chicago Art Institute, the name of Grant Wood has echoed persistently throughout the land. In five years, Artist Wood's picture of the bleak, bald Iowa farmer with the pitchfork and his daughter with the cameo and the printed apron has become almost as well known to the U. S. Public as Washington Crossing the Delaware. Yet not until last week did Manhattan's Ferargil Galleries succeed in borrowing American Gothic from the Art Institute of Chicago, Dinner for Threshers...
Born 67 years ago in Bald Mount, Pa., the plump, dour little merchant has cherished his farm-learned virtues, of which the dearest is Hard Work. He has spent his millions freely in a long war against Rum, Tobacco and other worldly evils, has set up a $25,000,000 Kresge Foundation to further his moral and philanthropic ends.* Offered a drink or a cigar, Mr. Kresge says politely: "Hoping always to have my own views and opinions respected, I respect the opinions of others." Another Kresgeism: "If there were any sound arguments to be advanced on behalf...