Word: ended
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...week's end he left off working on his messages, took his only grandson, David, 10, in tow and drove into town. Accompanied by Secret Service guards, Ike and the boy marched into a couple of shops, where the President explained that David was ill-prepared for Gettysburg's below-freezing weather, came out with a couple of brand-new outfits: insulated boots ($14.95), plaid wool shirt ($2.95), corduroy trousers ($4.95), knee-length wool socks ($1.50), single-breasted, charcoal, Ivy League-style suit ($27.50), and grey slacks ($8.95). Ike paid the $60.80 bill (plus sales tax) in crisp...
...gained new important experience in the actual practice of cold war on both its fighting and its psychological fronts. The Army put up the U.S.'s first Explorer space satellites. The Air Force sent a lunar-probe rocket 80,000 miles toward the moon, at year's end fired one Atlas intercontinental missile 4,000 miles, another the full distance of 6,300 miles, still another into orbit, brought the Thor IRBM into the training stage and the hands of combat troops. The Navy sent the nuclear submarine Nautilus under the North Pole, made huge psychological warfare headlines...
...auto debts, the highest repayment since World War II. Now, with recovery, they should be in the mood to borrow for cars again. While predictions are for a 5,500,000-car year, automen think they may do a lot better. One hopeful sign at year's end: cars were selling at a far faster clip than a year ago, when Detroit was already beginning to trim production to match falling sales...
...end, Roethke leaves the reader unresolved, perhaps because he is himself unresolved. His perceptions, however exact, add up to no coherent whole. His despair, however moving, is still too personal to be shared. As he writes in one of his latest poems...
Like the rat in his incantatory verse, Theodore Roethke writes poetry in which the meaning is just beneath the surface, with only the end of its nose showing. Perhaps the best of the U.S. poetic generation that is wedged between the spare witticisms of Wallace Stevens and the distempered howls of Allen Ginsberg's Beat Generation, 50-year-old Poet Roethke has restored simplicity to the tortured, packed lines of U.S. moderns. He has brought back melody to a poetry that was becoming as labored and dissonant as the twelve-tone scale...