Word: boredly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Near the end of last year, the colony had ten cows; 50 of its 320 acres had been cleared for vegetable gardens and 300 orchard trees had been planted. The elders met, decided to lift the ban on children. In July, husky, unmarried, 36-year-old Florence Berikoff bore the first child, a boy. It was, said Colony Spokesman Joseph Podovinikoff, "the first free motherhood" based on 400-year-old Doukhobor principles...
...British aircraft industry gave up any immediate hope of turning out the best conventional airliners in the world. It left that to the U.S., which in wartime had concentrated on bombers and transports (easily convertible to commercial use) while Britain bore down on fighter production. Instead, the British, who had led the world in developing jet engines, put their brains and money to work on jet transports, which they hoped would some day make current U.S. airliners obsolete...
...ready for school." The shops had been ready with new wardrobes, the stationery stores with book bags and fountain pens. Last week, schoolchildren in Chicago and elsewhere were reluctantly ready, too. Their jeep-hats bobbed in school corridors, their scat-talk filled the classrooms, some of their jackets bore the inscription "Bebop is spoken here." In bebop or any other language, vacation was definitely over. Across the country, some 30,000,000 public, private and parochial schoolkids, the biggest crowd in history, were back in class or getting ready...
...classmates at Harrow, George Macaulay Trevelyan seemed, as he himself tells it, like "a 'swot' of the worst kind . . . socially [a] misfit . . . a complete muff at cricket, and clumsy at football." He was "wrapped in literary and historical imaginings," and he was also a crashing bore. "I never had dreams of being a general, or a statesman or an engine-driver, like other aspiring children . . . I wanted to be [a] historian...
Lisa Fonssagrives was, in fact, an artfully posed, painstakingly lighted, lavishly printed image which bore about as much resemblance to an ordinary woman as Plato's "forms" to their imperfect earthly copies. Recently, Lisa Fonssagrives asked a photographer friend what he thought of her. "Lisa," he said, "you are just an illusion...