Word: hauntingly
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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According to Seaton-Segall biology, unborn children are little angelic sprites who haunt the premises of their parents-to-be, wistfully awaiting their entrance into a solid world where they can taste ice cream. While Gigi Perreau thus languishes to be conceived, she gives tips to the angels on how to further the project. Angel Webb, a vain, sarcastic know-it-all, then materializes into the couple's life, hatches aphrodisiacal schemes and almost loses his angelic franchise when confronted with temptations of the flesh (Joan Blondell...
...Could Be Worse." The burdens imposed by England's austerity and bureaucracy haunt many of the paragraphs: ". . . There was a time when rations were things that only soldiers were expected to live on . . ." Sympathizing with civil servants who dwell in "bedsitting rooms,"' the Times asks: "Is it really possible to entertain with any degree of elegance in a room that contains one's pyjamas, and one's butter ration, one's hair oil and one's Empire sherry...
...loyalty to at least one, and most students spend over an hour a day on it. The desire to belong, and that way get some measure of prestige, leads to such activities as the "Ale, Stick and Ball" Society," the "Ale. Quail, Chowder and Marching Society," and "The Haunt Club." The last yearbook ran formal photos and write-ups on the "President Tilden Club" and the "Good Guys Club of America...
...Someone Woke Me." Last week the past seemed to rise up and haunt the cavalrymen. On its way to bolster up crumbling R.O.K. forces in northwest Korea, the division's 8th Regiment dug in for the night near Unsan, 80 miles north of Pyongyang. When morning came, the few troopers who were awake could not believe their ears. Said Pfc. Henry Tapper: "Someone woke me up and asked me if I could hear horses on the gallop. I couldn't hear anything, but then bugles started playing, far away." Pfc. William O'Rama, who was sitting...
...Roses. Some resistance to the practice comes from its cheapening by would-be wits, e.g., the golfer who specified: "Scatter me well over the tenth green at the club. It's been my nemesis so often I want to haunt the place." The Rev. Geoffrey Hilder called ash-scattering "pagan -even if it is utilitarian." Canon Cyril Sansbury denounced "sprinkling someone's remains in his own rose garden . . . in hope that dear George who died last year would grow up into new roses next year. I call this a kind of pantheism...