Word: floridity
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Schaus's party won, and last week, when the new government was formed, the furor over the accidents produced a major casualty. Portly, white-haired Joseph Bech, 72-a Christian Socialist who has been Foreign Minister for the past 33 years and a familiar florid figure at nearly every international conference since League of Nations days, in the company of the famed from Lloyd George to Macmillan-lost his job. The new Foreign Minister: Eugene Schaus...
Wearing his Eton tie and an English suit darned at the knee, Burgess called on another Etonian, his old classmate Randolph Churchill, one of the visiting British newsmen, who was disconsolately staying at Moscow's Hotel National. Burgess, now stocky, florid, and with greying hair, seemed fidgety but in good health. His mission was to ask Churchill's help in appealing to someone in the Macmillan party for a safe-conduct that would enable Burgess to visit his sick 70-year-old mother in England. Churchill refused (another British correspondent, over a Scotch, promised to make inquiries...
Died. Harvey Ellsworth Newbranch, 83, apple-cheeked, cane-bearing, retired (since 1949) editor in chief of the Omaha World-Herald, who joined the paper as a cub in 1898, rose to become one of the nation's topflight editorial writers, won a 1920 Pulitzer Prize for his florid, horror-struck brief against race rioters, "Law and the Jungle"; of a heart attack; in Omaha...
...willing, two-fisted debater, McCormack once spoke on 200 different subjects in a single year, had a memorable moment when he demolished Michigan's acidulous Republican Representative Clare Hoffman in the House's own florid parliamentary language: "I'm one of the few men in the House who still has a minimum high regard for the Gentleman from Michigan...
...artistic, or at least a philosophic, failure, it is still an important event. (What I mean is, go and see it.) For Thomas, the most intensely personal of writers, it was a bold--and unique--departure into objectivity. It has none of his trademarks: it is neither florid nor lyrical nor autobiographical; not even Welsh. By rights, such a first experiment should be an unplayable mess, hinting vaguely at possible successes if the new craft could be mastered. But, amazingly, it is alive and viable, and occasion to mourn the greatness of the plays that must surely have died unwritten...