Word: blasted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...scientists and military observers crawled up & down the blackened sides of seared ships in Bikini's lagoon and stumbled over armored steel decks which had been dimpled by the unearthly blast, they needed little imagination to translate this laboratory test-by multiplying it fivefold or tenfold-into a scene of real war. What they saw was plenty...
...Bogotá last week a sewer explosion sent Colombians to their knees in supplication. They thought it was The Bomb. Almost everywhere else in the hemisphere, the rumble of politics and the rattle of poker chips drowned out Bikini's blast. Democrats shouted, and dictators swung their whips. Strong men gambled for high stakes and played penny ante on the side...
Coincident with the fourth atomic bomb blast on this planet, Cambridge was rocked by a major quake of its own. Late Sunday evening, Mike's Club announced the famous 15 cent frappe would cost 20 cents. For 24 critical hours, while public opinion massed solidly behind the frappe, this institution, which cost your fathers 15 cents, your grandfathers 15 Confederate you, and your great-grandfathers 15 wisps of golden grain, seemed destined for history. On Monday afternoon the bells tolled. The frappe had returned to 15 cents...
...certain violence in the matter of defining Uncle Alfred became usual among the young during the years just before and during World War I. Uncle Alfred's Edwardian coziness aroused derision, his comfortable income insulted equity, his genteel tradition excited rage. In June 1914 a little magazine called BLAST appeared (long ahead of ¥2) in London, saying: "BLAST years 1837 to 1900; curse abysmal inexcusable middle class . . . BLAST their weeping whiskers. . . ." This tone continued for 30-odd years to reverberate at one extreme of the little magazine gamut. But the violence was also disciplined...
...Alfred are more likely than ever in the past 30 years to realize that they have something in common with him: humanity. One of the best and littlest magazines, Horizon, has kept going in London through all the blitzes since 1940, elegantly edited by Cyril Connolly; among its contributors "blast" is too thoroughly understood as a technical term to be wished on anyone. In the U.S., two old Fugitive poets, John Crowe Ransom and Allen Tate, are editing the Kenyan Review and the Sewanee Review, respectively and passably, each at a college. And Uncle Alfred is still, indefinably, at large...