Word: duckings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that Hirohito himself, a constitutional mon arch without real power, has become far too human to be easily raised again to semidivine status. In the years since the war, he has grown paunchier, more stooped, and greyer at the temples. His walk more than ever resembles that of a duck. But the huge crowds who gathered to greet him with paper flags, banzais and sometimes tears in Hokkaido were not the awed, head-lowering crowds before the war. They offered Hirohito something they had never offered his ancestors-plain affection...
...event of an air-raid "alert," the President and his staff duck into an underground shelter right on the White House grounds...
Administration is duck soup for the incumbent Under Secretary, able, prickly W. Bedell Smith, Eisenhower's wartime Chief of Staff and postwar head of the Central Intelligence Agency. But Smith is leaving Government work because 1) he is not in good health (ulcers), and 2) he wants to make some money (as-executive vice president of American Machine & Foundry Co.). To succeed Smith, President Eisenhower last week appointed Herbert Hoover Jr., 51, son of the Republican ex-President. Hoover Jr. is a tall, unassuming engineer with diplomatic talents who carried off the oil settlement in Iran (TIME...
Smug Group. In his campus office, President Darden, 57, a broad-shouldered, good-humored man, made no attempt to duck the basic issues. Said he: "There is a deep-seated cleavage over my purpose to relate the university to the public-school system of the state. It disturbs the smug group that wants to maintain a self-satisfied and narrow view of the university. They want to make it a sort of Princeton in the absurd social sense in which-Princeton is pictured sometimes-a sort of F. Scott Fitzgerald Princeton...
...life cycle of little magazines compares unfavorably to that of horses, dogs, kangaroos and duck-billed platypuses. When death, as it must to all little mags, came to London's highbrow monthly Horizon in December 1949, the magazine had beaten the actuarial tables and reached the advanced old age of ten years. Since there was always more red ink than red blood in its circulation (peak figure: 10,-ooo), Horizon owed much of its vitality to two men: 1) Angel Peter Watson, the millionaire son of a milkman, who blotted up some $20,000 in losses; and 2) Editor...