Word: dreaming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that gathered around the bow of the world's first nuclear-powered submarine last week could not even see the stern. Nevertheless, the occasion was an auspicious and a proud one for the Navy. For Rear Admiral Ffyman Rickover (TIME, Jan. 11), it was the fulfillment of a dream, the end of a bitter, seven-year fight to introduce atomic power to the Navy...
...version of Diaghilev himself (TIME, Jan. 26, 1953). An heir to a Filene department-store fortune in Boston, he was an editor of the arts magazine Hound & Horn, author of a rash first novel and a book of poetry, and teetering on the edge of balletomania. His dream: to found a truly American ballet company. There was nothing for it but to get the world's foremost Russian choreographer to spark it. Balanchine came...
...Packer was a good mining engineer with a speculator's itch. He had an unshakable belief in America, in progress, and in his own good luck. Like most people in Arizona of the '80s, he dreamed of striking it rich. His son Tommy heard him say that he would "rather not live at all than live a failure." But he never really expected to fail, and his dream came real when a crusty old prospector partner led him to one of the richest copper strikes in Arizona. With the Blue Chip mine making him richer every day, Packer...
...Virgin Mary, is quite clearly related to the figure of Joseph in the Christ story. There is, once again, the matter of the name. Claude Mulhammer: claw hammer. This basic tool of the carpenter suggests, of course, Joseph's trade, as well as Sir Claude's own dream of the craftsman's life. But Sir Claude is not a craftsman, he is a City financier, a fact which is reflected in the other meaning of claw hammer--a swallowtail dress coat. Kenneth S. Lynn, '45 Tutor in History and Literature
...motorcycle motors, as 30 or more of them pound over a highway between the crazy young legs of a bop-sent, trouble-hungry "sickle club" of teen-age boys. Pacing the pack is Marlon Brando, the wild one of the title, an actor whose sullen face, slurred accents and dream-drugged eye have made him a supreme portrayer of morose juvenility. The motorized wolves burst into the small town of Wrightsville, stack their machines along the curb, and pile into the local saloon to look for some action. They get it, and so does Wrightsville. The audience sits frozen with...