Word: forehead
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...series' opener traced both Churchill and his country through the years that bridged the wars, from bursting shells among the trenches of 1918 to the first aerial bombardments of 1940. One fine vignette followed another: Churchill sitting in a wheelchair in Manhattan, bandages on his nose and forehead, after an automobile nearly ended his life on Fifth Avenue in 1931; Hitler barking Sieg, Sieg, in antiphony with the full-throated Heils of massed Germans; the odd and sinister British-Nazi faction of Sir Oswald Mosley goose-stepping in Hyde Park; the garden walls hand-built by Churchill during...
...only momentarily and from certain angles. The same line slopes from between the shoulder blades up to the top of the skull, with few contours at the rear of the head; the same roll and a half of flesh lies under the chin. But in mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead Snow differs from Khrushchev, and one thinks more of a character from his own novels than of the Russian...
...Scripps's sons were over six feet tall," Howard has recalled, "and he naturally had a preference for tall men. When I stood in front of him, 5 ft. 6 in. tall and weighing about 115 Ibs., he pushed his glasses up on his forehead and said: 'My God, another little one.' " Replied Howard: "Yes, but maybe a good one this time...
...crowd had a change of heart and began to chant: "We forgive you, Stella." Urgently prompted by the management, the soprano finally returned to the stage, supported by Baritone Giangiacomo Guelfi. Slowly advancing to the footlights, she knelt, gazed beseechingly at her public and bent forward until her forehead touched the stage. "Forgive me," said she in a squeaky voice. "I've been feeling poorly all day." The audience gave a cheer, and the opera went on, with Stella prudently transposing her highest notes down one octave. "Poor girl," said one fan. "I wouldn't want that...
...major in the Royal Corps of Signals, carried his three-month-old son's cot into the kitchen of their home in Epsom, 14 miles west of London. Dipping his finger in tap water, Johnson made the sign of the cross on the baby's forehead and baptized him David Ernest James. Then Johnson took a flexible gas pipe, put it on the baby's pillow and turned on the gas. When he returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, the baby was dead. Johnson phoned his family physician, Dr. William Berridge: "I have murdered David...