Word: dulled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with him a smooth team, including Managing Editor Margaret Cousins. Then Mayes began thinning out McCall's syrupy "togetherness" campaign; the "togetherness" legend no longer appears on McCall's covers. On taking over, he coolly dumped $400,000 worth of stories and articles because they were too dull, began spending $150,000 a month on new editorial material by top writers and personalities (e.g., Phyllis McGinley, Moss Hart), v. $82,000 a month under Weise. Mayes also polished up McCall's color photography, has expanded McCall's autobiographical digests, and will publish excerpts from the lives...
Goodie's charter in broad: to discuss any "political aspects of the news" he chooses. He promised not to be dull. "I'll take the news each day and give an opinion about it and its relationship to California politics," he said. "I'm going to throw in interesting little political nuggets. Yes, sir, I'm going to give the viewers some fruitcake...
...Leon Golub, 37, paints men in pain. His views are frontal and direct: lumpish, lacerated heads with dull yellow catlike eyes. His technique-layer on layer of colored lacquer, chipped, gouged and pumiced-gives the effect of eroded sculpture come hauntingly to life. They resemble certain Romanesque statues Golub saw while on a trip to Italy, but he claims never to "look back" or dissect. "Other painters are tearing man apart, but not me. I'm giving him a monumental image. I want man to survive...
...approaches the game with more diligence-or more confidence -than Rocky Colavito. a man who lives baseball with the intensity of a Little Leaguer. He mumbles over box scores like a scholar spelling out Sanskrit; he shuns movies on the day of a game for fear that they will dull his batting eye; he murmurs a quiet prayer every time he goes to the plate. He can hardly wait to get out to rightfield, where his throwing arm is baseball's strongest; he can hardly wait to get back to the dugout to get his cut at the ball...
Myra is not hunting either for a ring or parental approval. She is a natural creature of obedience, stoic when the time comes to pin on the stigmatic yellow badge. She accepts Cassidy's infant foster daughter, his dull and his dangerous cronies, his personal instability as readily as her father's orthodox wisdom. When she finally goes to bed with Cassidy, it is with the air of "This, too, shall pass." For all that, Myra is not a wooden figure. She is at least as believable in her resignation as is Eva in her chin-up tenacity...