Word: birde
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...opening sentence in your Nov. 8 goony bird story, which described this erratic but Pacific aviator as "an odd but charming creature which serves no useful purpose at all," was somewhat disturbing. Although I do not consider myself a bird fancier, the statement sets off a few serious overtones. What is the useful purpose of a starling, a hedgehog, or indeed, TIME'S Science writer...
...nurse says, "I can hardly expect you to believe this, but until I was sixteen, I had hair just like Miss Pearl's. Yellow hair right down my back, and as fine . . ." In this piece touch is the contact with external force and beauty: the downiness of a dead bird's feathers, a young girl's long blonde hair, warm sunlight...
...George Earle* and his dazed administration, a succession of Old Guard Republicans had moved, like a procession of pelicans, into the governor's chair, led by Arthur James, whose conservatism extended to his high-button shoes. In 1946 it came the turn of James Duff, a bristle-thatched bird of another feather. Midway in his term, Duff led a coup d'état against Boss Joe Grundy and his Pennsylvania Manufacturers' Association. In 1950, what was left of Pennsylvania's Republican power was picked up by a group of county leaders called the Blue Bell Boys...
Standing nose up on its delta-wing tips and four castered wheels, the Pogo resembles an outsize badminton bird. Test Pilot Skeets Coleman started the 5,500-h.p. Allison turboprop engine, and the two counterrotating propellers slowly lifted the plane up to 175 ft. Then, still hanging on its propellers, Pogo nosed over; as it began to pick up speed, it also began to pick up lift from its stubby wings, soon was sailing along in conventional level flight. After two 280-m.p.h. sweeps over the field, Pilot Coleman raised Pogo's nose, hovered like a helicopter over...
...would try anything, and always with exquisite craftsmanship. Until his death, Dove's painted patterns of blobby color and flickering line gained steadily in emotional refinement, but their refinement resulted in a kind of fragility. Seen with the utmost sympathy, some of his best works are poignant as bird cries; looked at in a less receptive mood, they lose their point...