Word: fats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Manhattan gallery had 35 Rubens oils on exhibition last week-enough to hint at the height and breadth of his genius. For all its size, Rubens' genius was not deep in any spiritual sense: the pagan gods he painted were muscular and gay, his goddesses fat and sassy; his Christs were muscular and mild, his Madonnas magnificently maternal. A hearty, happy man, Rubens filled them all with the hot blood and gusty breath of life...
Tenth in size before the war, Illinois is today the seventh largest university in the U.S. It has the fourth largest university library (after Harvard, Yale and California), a fat research budget, and an overall operating budget that has jumped from $16 million to $42 million in five years...
...Life Begins at 40. The Barb's skipper, Lieut. Commander Eugene Fluckey, knew that a fat Jap convoy had holed up in Namkwan Harbor on the China coast opposite Formosa. Gene Fluckey and his crew "cased the joint." Going in, the Barb was going to have to take its chances with the enemy minefields; going out, Fluckey figured he would slither through an area marked "rocks" and "unexplored" on his chart. That way, the Barb would be an hour's run from safe diving depth, and it might make deep water if, as Fluckey hoped, the Jap escort...
...Mate Wheeler B. Lipes of the Seadragon performed the first submerged appendectomy, a success "with the help of God and a long-handled spoon"; of how the Barb's commandos landed in Japan and blew up a train; of how the Sargo heartbreakingly fired 13 torpedoes at fat targets, only to have all 13 prove duds (flaws in the exploder mechanism plagued U.S. subs for two years); of how the Gato fetched up with an unexploded depth charge on its deck, and gingerly set it adrift in a leaky rubber boat; of how the Angler took aboard a batch...
...scores of Europeans to suicide. After this selection, a former African missionary made ecstatic comments, "If angels can sing as well as that, I'm going to heaven--how about you?" There were shouts of "Yes, Oh Yes Jesus" from the front rows. Then the "Connecticut Songbird," a cheery fat man, sang a lament about his terrible life before "the Lord reached down his hand for me." He kept his eyes riveted to the ceiling while he was singing, as if he expected the hand to appear once again, and there were more shouts of "Beautiful...