Word: eighth
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Today he is more productive than ever (he has written six of his eleven symphonies in the past two years), and his music is more widely performed. Of his symphonies, the seventh was introduced in Baltimore, the eighth at Wilmington (Ohio) College, which commissioned it, the ninth in Green Bay, Wis., the tenth by the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, and the eleventh will be presented by the Louisville Orchestra this winter. Cowell is no staple on major orchestra programs, but he no longer has to stage one-man shows to get his music heard...
...Last year he was the doormat to the team. Whoever beat him could usually make the team. He was brilliant defensively, but weak on his attack. This year he has picked up a variety of serves and mixes up his volleys with new corner shots. A victory in the eighth position means as much to a team as a first-man victory, and Barnaby sees Garrigue as a particularly strong point-getter in the eighth spot...
Sturdy Stopper. Virginia's Highway Commission has bought 10,000 plastic traffic signs from General Tire & Rubber Co. for use on its roads. Lighter and tougher than steel, yet only one-eighth to one-tenth inch thick, the plastic signs withstand the attacks of man and nature better than metal ones...
...lettered in concrete, Sheriff M. G. Crawford watched closely. "You strike one blow with that sledge hammer on this property." he told Bishop Tomlinson, "and I'll have to arrest you." The bishop moved his lips in prayer, then swung, chipping away a bit of concrete from the Eighth Commandment ("Thou shalt not steal"). Said Sheriff Crawford: "That does it." He took the bishop off to jail. After an hour, Bishop Tomlinson was released to await trial for destroying private property. Said he confidently: "The trial will not be for Homer Tomlinson, but for idolatry...
...into it. His mother remembers that Johnny went on a cod-liver-oil binge, once drank 17 pints of it in a single week. "Do you know who his idol was in those days?" asks Mrs. Lattner. "It was Superman." Johnny recalls: "By the time I was in the eighth grade, nobody picked on me any more...