Word: bulks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...human species seems headed for space, where the practical pickings are few and exceedingly hard to pick. Much more profitable, many scientists believe, would be a vigorous attack on the earth's own oceans. They cover more than two-thirds of the planet's surface, contain the bulk of its life. But most of their dark bottoms and middle depths are not so well known as the visible surface of the moon...
...kidding whom? In your Jan. 26 Art section you quote a Detroit art dealer: ''The main bulk of buying is not Sheep Grazing in the Meadow any more, nor is the young woman of today buying art just to match the draperies." As a member of a cooperative formed by 75 local artists, I had a prospective "young woman" purchaser urge me to paint a picture that would complement the color of a lamp shade in her living room. She described the size it should be, showed me where it would hang, but was totally disinterested in subject...
...serious is a strike of sugar workers that has closed down 21 sugar-cane grinding mills. Before mid-May, when seasonal rains start, 5,800,000 tons of cane must be ground in the country's 161 mills to bring in $600 million to make up the great bulk of Cuba's national income. Without the 21 closed mills, the goal cannot be met. Electrical workers were on a slowdown strike against the U.S.-owned Cuban Electric Co. They demanded higher pay, reinstatement of every employee fired since 1952 and the removal of Company President W. J. Amoss...
Hillsdale, the four-year-old bay colt that is suddenly the hottest piece of horseflesh in U.S. racing, flashed across the finish line to win the $177,150 Santa Anita Maturity. In a box near the finish line, a huge bulk of a man broke down and cried for joy. At 3:30 next morning, flushed with triumph and celebration, Clarence Whitted ("Big Smitty") Smith, 40, wandered out to Hillsdale's barn, delivered a rambling oration to his horse...
Suddenly one of her gloves, its short fingers outlined in yellow angora, fell to the floor. All Lucius had to do was stretch down and touch it, but Miss Schroeder, moving with a speed unnatural to her bulk, quickly retrieved it. And soon, after a moment of stillness, he heard a quiet, but unmistakable, "Oh!," and he knew it had really been worth...