Word: abreast
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...politics should "return home immediately following the conclusion of college and take an active interest in the issues of their own towns. "They should join organizations similar to the AVC in which there is an opportunity for frank inspection of current affairs; read newspapers and periodicals carefully to keep abreast of day-to-day developments; and thought-fully follow the writings of objective experts--for examples, Walter Lippmann in the international field. I am especially impressed with the value of political training in institutions like Harvard's Littauer School, for it is too often that America does not gain...
...down, sitting nine deep on the main thoroughfare in front of the apartments, blocking traffic. Some sat under the wheels of a large red London bus, waving their fists up at the driver. Six mounted policemen came up the road. "Fascists, fascists, fascists," the squatters yelled. The horses, six abreast, ploughed through the crowd up to the squat downs. Defeated, inflamed and humiliated, they scrambled backwards. One or two aimed blows at the horses' heads. Some tried pushing cigarets into horseflesh. For a moment there was a whiff of burnt hair. The horses did not flinch. The bus slowly...
...late twenties leave their jobs for three or five months, to study the humanities and live a community life. Says Sir Richard: "[Only in this way can everyone] repair the omissions and fill the gaps of early education, think afresh about the problems of politics, morals, religion [and] keep abreast of the current. . . . Human beings, like motorcars, need reconditioning...
Even couched in the metaphor of a novel, history is best written from an eminence of years, and Sinclair's vehicle is now pulling abreast of its own times. In his latest, Sinclair adds little to the bare newspaper stories but a bushy growth of prose and an air of implausibility...
Respectable Woman. To keep abreast of the woeful tide, Mrs. Gilmer is up at 7 a.m. With a stenographer and her companion-secretary, she zips through her daily grist with a sharp eye out for the "angle" that will cue a sermonette. Every afternoon her chauffeur drives her through Audubon Park and back to the swank Prytania Street apartment. Her stock wisecrack, when showing guests her fine Louis XIV bed: "I'll bet I'm the only respectable woman who ever slept...