Word: stood
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Ordeal of Mr. Sigler. The Michigan delegation sat in indecision and suspense, looking to Sigler and National Committeeman Arthur Summerfield for advice. They began waving their hands at Sigler, who stood like a man transfixed. He had only minutes to make up his mind. Connecticut was ready to break for Dewey. Where the hell was Baldwin, so Sigler could talk to him? Trapped in a pack of sweating pages, newsmen, photographers and delegates crowding the aisles, Sigler could not move. James Powers, a Michigan delegate and Detroit auto dealer, grabbed Sigler's arm and shouted...
Pennsylvania's beefy Jim Duff heaved his bulk through the crowd. In all loyalty, Sigler wanted Duff and the rest of the coalition boys to give their O.K. before he released Michigan. He tried to explain to Duff, who stood stony-faced, fanning himself in the heat. Taft's campaign manager, Clarence Brown, oozed through the crowd. New York's Senator Irving Ives came up to underline the futility of further resistance. "What's the point?" he said amiably. "There's no sense...
Though many foreign observers had been rooting for Arthur Vandenberg because they knew where he stood, they conceded that Tom Dewey would not be too bad. Moscow, of course, stuck with damaging loyalty to Henry Wallace and denounced Dewey as a "prophet of imperialism." Le Parisien announced the governor's victory thus: "Tom Dewey is only one meter 56 centimeters tall, but his voice is the most radiophonic...
...army of Israel was fighting the Amalekites, and the going was hard. On a hill above the battle stood old Moses himself. And it came to pass, when Moses held up his hand, that Israel prevailed: and when he let down his hand, Amalek prevailed. But Moses' hands were heavy . . . and Aaron and Hur stayed up his hands, the one on the one side and the other on the other side; and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.* The Israelites...
Miss West, her face hidden behind dark glasses to protect herself from the glare, stood on a table to watch the Dewey demonstration. Her convention reports read a little like an eyewitness account by a visitor from Mars who had read a guidebook before coming. Pink-faced, bushy-browed Westbrook Pegler, stoutly filling a grey suit, chatted amiably with his dandiacal little ex-boss, publisher Roy Howard, who wore his familiar matching shirt, bow tie and breast-pocket handkerchief. Cartoonist David Low, looking just like his self-caricatures, but larger, made quick reminders of the shape of a jowl...