Word: glow
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Navy Secretary by F.D.R. Byrd had campaigned for Roosevelt, was all aglow at the money-saving promises of the New Deal platform. The glow quickly faded. Byrd recalls the disenchantment: "The first bill I voted for was to preserve the federal solvency, to cut federal expenses 15% across the board. That was the way to do things, and I was all for Roosevelt on things like that. But then this fellow Keynes got hold of him." Soon Byrd was leading the Senate opposition to the AAA, TVA, NRA-and when Roosevelt tried to pack the Supreme Court, Byrd knew that...
Last September Strauss's prospects lost their glow. Before the final returns were in for national elections, Strauss referred to Adenauer in the past tense, angled with the Chancellor's opponents to pres sure him from office. During a U.S. trip, he plumped to make NATO a "fourth nu clear power" (enabling West Germany to get atomic arms), despite Washington's objections. Adenauer, visiting President Kennedy at the time, said nary a word to support his Defense Minister...
...countdown dropped to seconds: ten, nine, eight . . . Finally, at exactly 11 p.m., the bomb exploded. The sky over Hawaii flared dazzling white, seemingly even brighter than noonday. The light turned pale lime green, then a delicate pink that darkened swiftly to a hideous meaty red. After seven minutes, the glow was gone, leaving the blue-black Pacific night. But when the moon next showed through the clouds, it was tinted an unnatural yellow...
...Administrations, Betty prefers the livelier social climate brought by the Kennedys, even if it does exclude her. From her visionary chair on the outside, she appraises that climate with precise intelligence. "Washington society," she says, "is dominated by the search for power and the desire to bask in its glow." Even her friends agree that in the vanguard of the search party is Betty herself...
...sail on May 9,* his birthday, to the fact that it is in every Spaniard's blood. Most of the paintings are small, but their scale does not detract from their impact. The ships struggle against wind and fire in a kind of wild dance; they glow bright red, founder among emerald waves, finally surrender to the sloshing rhythm of the sea. There is always high drama in the fall of a great fleet, and Julio de Diego has caught it well. The Armada's disaster has provided at least this welcome triumph...