Word: dourness
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...most often criticized U.S. citizens: David Iosifovich Zaslavsky, author of Pravda's recent cracks at Wendell Willkie (TIME, Jan. 17), at William Randolph Hearst for "spilling poisoned ink," at the New York Times's Military Expert Hanson W. Baldwin as "admiral of an ink pool." Zaslavsky, dour and 65, is one of Russia's most prolific and popular writers...
Around Land's End, in sleepy little Camborne by Tintagel, where men say King Arthur was born, a dour Cornishman sat at the foot of a weathered statue. It is a likeness of Richard Trevithick, who harnessed steam so well that he, not Thomas Watt, really launched the industrial revolution. In a turn of phrase the men of Cornwall have used for centuries, the Cornishman broke a bit of news to a neighbor: "Tomorrow, I'm going out to England...
...House was jampacked. Not in five months had the House of Commons heard from its star reporter, the man who more than any other could cast events in "scale, structure and proportion." Since then the Allied world had passed through the Moscow and Teheran meetings, known high hope and dour doubt. Now,' on his red leather bench, Winston Churchill champed, shuffled a handful of notes, twice rose in a false start before the Speaker gave him the sign. For one hour and 18 minutes, the full, familiar voice spoke...
Admiral Nimitz' simple statement of aim drew agreement from two other strategists who have an eye on China and the Philippines. Dour, realistic Lieut. General Joseph Stilwell promised to support Nimitz by "an aggressive Allied land and air offensive projected from the interior." But Infantryman Stilwell barbed his statement with caution that "vital China-based air operations cannot wait for penetration of the blockade by land...
...spires of St. Basil's on Moscow's Red Square were touched with sun last week for the first time in two bleak months. Cracked passers-by:, "If spring is here, can the second front be far behind?" Cracked dour, war-worn Muscovites...