Word: brightness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Communists have even penetrated the colony's British-built schools. One day last week a group of dockyard laborers' children gave an evening entertainment to raise funds for the Communist armies. A girl teacher with pigtails and hornrimmed glasses exhorted her audience shrilly: ". . . A bright new future is ours . . . let's give cheers to Chairman Mao and the new People's Republic . . ." When the applause was over, a mixed glee club took over with propaganda-packed songs: Sending off Sweethearts to the Front, Chiang's Reign Is All a Mess, and The Glorious New Five...
Fooling the Eye. Stripped of technical embroidery, the basic theory of color television is fairly simple. Even a black & white television picture is an optical illusion. All there is on the screen at any instant is a fast-moving bright spot that "scans" back & forth, covering the whole screen with 525 lines of light which the slow-reacting human eye (if not brought too close) sees as a picture. The pictures follow one another so fast (30 a second) that they are blended by the eye to give the illusion of motion-just as the eye blends the frames...
Color Now. To the FCCommissioners and other nonscientific listeners, the workings of the systems seemed far less complicated than the arguments about their comparative virtues. The solidest single fact is that the CBS system, developed to high perfection by Dr. Peter C. Goldmark, turns out pictures which are bright, crisp, and at least as faithful as most colored movies. Their own special ill is a so-called "color flash." If the viewer looks away suddenly, he sees the picture momentarily in a single color, because of the persistence in the eye of the last one-color picture seen. A color...
...basement room of a Third Avenue gallery last week hung the second Manhattan exhibition of contemporary Haitian art. Done by houseboys, chauffeurs and voodoo drummers in their spare time, the paintings were as uninhibited as they were crude. Their bright automobile-enamel colors and outlandish but occasionally forceful draftsmanship looked good to many a critic, for they made a pleasant and refreshing contrast with the alfalfa-dry fare ground out by most professional moderns. "These fellows," said one enthusiastic gallerygoer, "paint as a cock crows...
...black nation's bloody history. But the most effective pictures in last week's show were those that made no effort to be beautiful and that sacrificed the esoteric for the immediate. Préfète Dufaut's childlike Harbor at Jacmel was as flat, bright and familiar as any postcard, and Wilson Bigaud's self-portrait behind bars had the harshness of a flashbulb photo. Even these, standouts though they were, lacked most of the qualities that critics associate with good painting. Yet, as Poet Rodman suggested in his book, the qualities they...