Word: bloomingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...busy week for sanguine Ed Stettinius. He held two press conferences, issued two statements, twice addressed the Council on Foreign Relations (in Chicago and Manhattan), and spoke at a testimonial meeting for New York's Congressman Sol Bloom, chairman of the House Foreign Affairs Committee and delegate to the conference. His two most frequent phrases of the week: "Sorry, no comment on that," and "Nothing has happened to shake my belief that...
...white opium poppies burst into bloom last week in the barren mountains of Northwest Mexico, setting the stage for melodrama. Troops rode through the hidden valleys, determined to stop the opium harvest. But the contraband harvesters, brown farmers and shepherds, bent on sharing the highest dope prices in history from over the border, eluded the soldiers...
Last week the results of long-range Allied strategy burst into full bloom. The little Allied drives, inching through meaningless territory, had turned into a coordinated, full-sized offensive. 'Its main plan: to cut up the Jap forces (some 50,000 men) in north-central Burma; to drive southward...
...tries sadly to preserve himself and his reason against a practically worldwide onslaught. Grim psychiatrists, gadgets that "whir and whine and whiz," erratic servants, domineering women, unfriendly dogs, ghosts, foreigners -all are in league to crush the Thurber Male. This harried biped, like Joyce's Leopold Bloom or Mann's Hans Castorp, represents 20th-century Man. To Thurber's devotees, who rate him the greatest U.S. humorist since Mark Twain, his blankly exaggerated reports of their own qualms and misadventures are recognizable and (since nobody considers himself quite as badly off as a Thurber character) reassuring...
...first blush to be no scientist at all, but merely a London artist of the 19303 who paints such a conventionally fashionable portrait of his socialite fiancée (Helen Walker) that some of her cultivated friends discern in it "touches of genius." Others recognize it as identical in bloom and brushwork with the work of a portraitist who died some 50 years before. Even when Artist Karell lays aside the palette for a chemist's flask he is no Frankenstein, intent on making a living man out of spare parts of dead ones. He wants merely to preserve...