Word: downrightness
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...demonstrated that a Mondrian disciple can stress the master's geometry out of plumb and still retain its purity. An even more austere geometric form, Josef Albers' Homage to the Square-"Yes" won third prize. Robert Gwathmey's The Clearing, a study in posterlike realism, looked downright old-fashioned by comparison...
When doctors suspect disease in a deep-seated vital organ, e.g., the heart or liver, it may be dangerous or downright impossible to take a tissue sample (biopsy specimen) for microscopic examination. Biochemistry may supply a neat if not simple solution, says Dr. Felix Wróblewski of Manhattan's Sloan-Kettering Institute. Instead of cutting for a tissue sample, it may be enough for the doctor to get a little blood from the patient and analyze its enzymes...
Most whites took the changeover with composure, many with downright good humor. Said a white bank teller of the jubilant Negroes: "They'll find that all they've won in their year of praying and boycotting is the same lousy service I've been getting every day." On one bus a white man sitting near a Negro said loudly and pointedly: "I see this isn't going to be a white Christmas." The Negro looked up, smiled gently, replied firmly: "Yes sir, that's right." Suddenly, astonishingly, everybody on the bus was smiling...
Wasted Words. The last U.S. hope was doused in the tepid water of the Olympic swimming pool, where the Australians turned out to be not only dangerous, as expected, but downright homicidal to U.S. hopes. The U.S. woman most dramatically in the swim was the Walter Reed Swim Club's Shelley Mann, who led a U.S. sweep of the 100-meter "butterfly. U.S. men, expected to score heavily, were swamped in the foam of their hustling hosts. Murray Rose, a 17-year-old Aussie who tries a seaweed diet and even hypnotism to help him along, sliced through...
...Manhattan's sprawling and powerful law factories. As outlined by Novelist-Lawyer Louis Auchincloss, Timothy Colt's problem is how to conform to a pattern whose place in the moral spectrum lies comfortably between the shining white of pure integrity and the smudgy black of downright dishonesty. At the start, as an eager apprentice in the prosperous firm of Sheffield, Knox, Stevens & Dale, young Timmy, top student and Law Review editor, fairly radiates integrity. He worships Partner Henry Knox, the kindly, austere senior who regards his firm as "a group of gentlemen loosely associated by a common enthusiasm...