Word: bricking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...great Luther Burbank. It now seems likely to become Hollywood's All-American Town. Santa Rosa is a museum of U.S. store and home architecture. The courthouse and square are solid Midwest. By turning a corner, you can get the white columns of the Old South, the brown brick of Oklahoma City, the bright stuccos of Florida. The inhabitants are a pool of perfect extras. Their typicality is violent...
Downstairs in the carefully preserved brick house alongside the Marine Barracks in southeast Washington, where the Commandants of the Corps have lived since 1805, a new portrait will soon be hung. In keeping with Corps tradition, the picture has already been painted. It now hangs upstairs. It will come downstairs the day Lieut. General Thomas Holcomb, 17th Commandant of the U.S. Marine Corps, takes his last look around, leaves to make room for a new Marine boss...
Phillips Brooks House, the small brick building in the northwest corner of the Yard, used to be the center of voluntary philanthropic activities of Harvard students, stressing religious functions and social service. Now it offers respite from the hup-two-three-four that plagues Harvard's new population...
...neighborhood east of the Bowery still keeps many features of its far from gay '90s. The uninspired yellow-brick Alliance building is one (not so the spacious playground near by). There, too, are the buildings of the leading U.S. Yiddish newspapers (The Jewish Daily Forward, The Jewish Day), a Hebrew teachers' seminary, Jankowitz' Yiddish Bookshop, the Hebrew National Kosher Sausage Co., and a fading group of bearded oldsters purchasing from street vendors outsize pretzels and freshly baked yams...
...white-brick, Spanish-style home near Santa Monica he wakes every morning at exactly 7:30 a.m. He has no alarm clock. Beside his bed, as poets have paper & pencil on which to catch a night thought, he has an adding machine on which he can punch out his own mathematical visions. At 8 o'clock he has his invariable breakfast of one egg, one piece of white toast, one cup of black coffee. Shortly before 9, he walks to his four-car garage, steps into his 1941 black Lincoln Zephyr, swings around a fishpond in his front yard...