Word: balding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...handsome if you can, witty if you must, but be agreeable even if it kills you." So goes the maxim that often uplifts the front page of the most determinedly bigtime, small-town weekly newspaper in the U.S.: Grit, published in Williamsport, Pa. (pop. 46,000), by a bald, conservative optimist named George Lamade. By being aggressively agreeable, plain-looking, plain-spoken Grit has built up a national circulation of nearly 900,000 in 48 states, this month will celebrate its 75th birthday as the paper "that rings the joy bells of life...
LABOR That's My Boy Charged with embezzling the $4,650 he collected on the sale of two Cadillacs owned by the Teamsters Union, paunchy, balding Dave Beck Jr., 37, last week watched a doubtful character witness speak up for him in Seattle's King County courthouse. The witness: paunchy, bald Dave Beck Sr., lame-duck head of the union, who shouted: "I will testify to the truth for my boy. My boy has done no wrong. If anything has been done wrong, it is me. I ordered him to sell the cars; there was nothing wrong about...
...water-cooler, arid to suffer in silence one of the subtler horrors of war: Lieut. Commander Clinton T. Nash (Fred Clark), a sort of sugar-coated Queeg. This pill is secretly known, to those who have to take him. as "Marblehead" ("And not just because he is bald"). In civilian life Marblehead was a broker (Merrill Lynch, Pierce. Fenner & Beane), and he got himself a direct commission "without the corrupting effect of any intervening naval training." He compensates for this deficiency by soaking his gold braid in brine whenever the green seems to be wearing off, and by declaring loud...
...bald-headed man in the front row arose and came down the aisle. He paused, and bit his fingernail. "Can you imagine?" he said. "I mean, can you imagine? My own children." He loosened his tie. "Stardust and White Christmas and Deep Purple--as played by Fats Domino and Billy Ward. I mean, what will my children think? My God, what will my children think...
...College gaily and easily, but lost an eye as a result of a brawl in college commons." Morison, however, devotes a very interesting article to the unknown historian and his claims for recognition in the same fruitless way that Edwin W. Teale some pages before bids us preserve the bald eagle. Both articles, no matter how well done, seem excursions unrelated to The Atlantic's opening statement of high principle...