Word: agee
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...before. Yet the economy remained the major factor in what Lubell called "a strong but uneven Democratic tide." Strangely, Lubell found young voters far more edgy about recession than oldsters who best remembered the Great Depression. The striking result: "Of the Eisenhower voters who are under 35 years of age whom I interviewed, nearly half said they intended to vote Democratic this fall." The reason: "Overburdened with debt for new homes and autos as many of the younger workers were, and with little seniority to hold their jobs, they have been perhaps the one element in the population hit hardest...
...United Nations exhibit hall is a half-sphere. A few of the national pavilions deviate from the functional scheme--Thailand has a charming gilded pagoda; Italy a stucco villa. But for the most part, all the catchwords of the 20th century can describe the Fair--futuristic, atomic-age, electronic, Cinemascopic...
...back at Harvard, a man with many interests and a score of hobbies. Tall, lean, athletic, he sails quite a bit--"coastal cruising, that is"--and has from an early age. "I was almost born in Nantucket--missed it by three weeks. My family and I have always frequented the place." And when the wind blows cold and slush piles up along the coast, Labaree takes to the New England hills and skis ("with more enthusiasm than skill, I'm afraid...
...bard and the elder statesman of Anglo-American letters is 70 this week, and to the surprise of practically everybody, including himself, Thomas Stearns Eliot seems in love with love and life. The poet who was old at 23, when he wrote Prufrock, is getting young in his old age. Last year the erstwhile "aged eagle" talked about taking dancing lessons, and now he can be seen dining out and piloting his 31-year-old wife Valerie across dance floors. "His brow so grim and his mouth so prim" radiate such dimpled benevolence that one crusty old friend likens...
...nighttime streets of North London, the pianist feels drawn to the girl beyond the call of gentlemanly duty. When Marie invites him upstairs for a meal a few days later, his mind fairly boils with mingled hopes and doubts. For though "there was once a time, a golden age, when such an invitation could be taken to mean one thing only," nowadays a man never can tell. So, while Marie cooks, her visitor paces. Staring through the window, he spots "two slack dead pairs of men's socks" on a laundry cord-and instantly he is jealous...