Word: colorings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...brilliant gold beeches, scarlet oaks and russet maples splashed their color against a green pine background as Virginia last week gloried in its autumn. Near Warrenton, the horn rang clear in the crisp dawn to summon pink-coated hunters. In the sandy jack-pine country near the North Carolina line, warehouses bulged with the Bright Tobacco that enriched Virginia by $84 million last year. In southside Virginia, below Richmond, jets of ocher-colored steam spewed from National Aniline's new, modernistic chemical plant. In Williamsburg, tourists moved quietly, reverently, through shrines that attest to Virginia's historic leadership...
...Father Time (spoken by the late Lionel Barrymore), Dr. Research (U.S.C.'s Shakespeare Scholar Dr. Frank Baxter) and a usually superfluous Fiction Writer (Actor Eddie Albert) was too often embarrassingly labored. But the photography, much of it shot through high-powered telescopes, was illuminating, especially on color TV, and it proved-once more-that the wonders of nature are far more effective than man-made TV wizardry. Choice shots: the seething surface of the sun, sunspots in action, the aurora borealis, the sun, in eclipse, with its corona. Given a straighter, less condescending narrative and less self-conscious showmanship...
Behind the Met's show of 50 masterpieces, plus a one-quarter scale replica of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel ceiling, was a unique illuminated color process worked out by LIFE Magazine. Color transparencies of the masterworks were blown up on strips of 40-in.-wide film to the exact dimensions of the originals, and framed by light boxes containing fluorescent tubes. The brighter-than-life effect was like listening to symphonic music on a hi-fi recording. It was an exciting, highlit visual experience...
Reproduction it certainly was. Said James J. Rorimer, director of the Metropolitan: "It is not oil painting, granted, but it is a magnificent display of color and design. I don't see how anyone can help being overpowered by it. Of course, if art is nothing but oil paintings, then let's throw away our slides, picture books, and save art only for those who can afford to travel all over Europe...
Still, we feel obligated to enlighten you. It seems to us that the real Bohemian must contribuute more than mere color to this drab existence. The rigors of Bohemianism--which seem to involve both the physical pain of over-indulgence and considerable mental anguish (and even disorder)--surely do not make it a pleasurable state. One must assume, therefore, that a real Bohemian must have a purpose for his revolt. The actions of a real Bohemian must be useful to his own purpose, and if they are, he must certainly be a very happy man. Now, his purpose...