Word: goldenly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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This elysian community actually exists. Its habitat is Africa's Kalahari Desert, a region so harsh and inhospitable that Western man would be hard put to eke out a living. But in that unforgiving neighborhood, the Bushmen, a golden-skinned, short-statured and cheerful people, have been living contentedly for thousands of years as hunter-gatherers subsisting on what nature provides without resort to agriculture. In Man the Hunter (Aldine Publishing Co., $6.95), a recent symposium of studies on primitive societies, Harvard Anthropologists Irven DeVore and Richard B. Lee note that "cultural Man has been on earth for some...
...life in a state of nature was "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short." Primitive peoples were construed as somewhat stupid living fossils, stalled in the path of progress. Today, though, experts seem more inclined to endorse Jean Jacques Rousseau's vision of the noble savage living in a Golden Age. And they go so far as to suggest that present civilization, despite its vast artistic and material advances, is in some ways no real improvement on the past. "It is still an open question whether man will be able to survive the exceedingly complex and unstable ecological conditions...
When conducting, Woody took delight in a wide range of repertory, with specialties in the Renaissance, the Golden Age of choral music, 20th Century contemporaries, and the classics of Bach, Handel, Mozart, Berlioz, and Brahms...
...look like the latest victim of Goldfinger. The spread appeared two years ago in the British magazine Mayfair. Today, recalling her youthful display, 23-year-old Caroline Coon says casually, "It's not the sort of image for a social worker, is it?" For Caroline is now a golden girl of another sort. As one of the organizers of a legal-aid agency called "Release," she has become a protector of youthful British drug addicts and pot users who are in trouble with...
...center of the door are two small peepholes that open onto a beguiling scene. There, lying on a bed of twigs and leaves is a delicate three-dimensional nude, her legs spread provocatively, her left hand holding aloft a glowing amber lamp, her head obscured save for one golden curl that flutters onto her shoulder. Beyond is a landscape in full autumn splendor, a small pond, a shimmering waterfall...