Word: dooming
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...people are gloomier, professionally and perennially, than the men who run the U.S. Soil Conservation Service. Guests at Princeton's Bicentennial Conference on Engineering and Human Affairs last week heard a habitual prophet of doom: Dr. Hugh H. Bennett, 65, chief U.S. conservationist. In his best doomsday voice Dr. Bennett talked about soil and its abuse. Every decade, he said, there are 200,000,000 more people in the world and less soil from which to feed them. A vast acreage is being ruined each year. Something must be done for the soil...
...these other alternatives, one so risky, the other so filled with doom, seemed poor payment to the Western World for the blood, sweat and tears of a war just ended. Henry Wallace has minted a brighter coin. Russian Communism and the free-enterprise system, he said, could live "one with another in a profitable and productive peace." U.S. democracy and Russian Communism could divide the world into spheres of influence and get along. Wallace offered "peace for our time." The coin was bright, but it had a faintly familiar and counterfeit ring...
...across the nation the rumble of campaigning grew. In Missouri local Democrats thundered the call to arms, whooping it up for Harry Truman, "a distinguished Missourian in the tradition of Franklin D. Roosevelt." In Ohio, senatorial candidate John Bricker returned the Republican challenge with the voice of doom: "Bring on your New Deal, Communistic and subversive groups. If we can't lick them in Ohio, America is lost anyway...
...American seaman [I get] the benefits of the new wage scale [TIME, June 17] Grateful as I am, I am sorry. It spells the doom of our Merchant Marine. Our Government will not support by subsidy a class of aristocratic bums touring the world. There are a few honest, sincere, loyal seamen, [but] most of them are a disgrace to our country...
...Warren, 41, onetime Rhodes Scholar and managing editor of the defunct Southern Review, has written two other novels, neither so good as this, and some first-rate poetry. In all his writing, even at its slickest-and some of this novel is pretty slick-there is a sense of doom and blood on the moon that Warren has gradually shifted into religious terms. Though the title of this book comes from a nursery rhyme, its epigraph comes from a passage in Dante's Purgatorio: "By curse of theirs man is not so lost, that eternal love may not return...