Word: grew
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Classroom and office space is a somewhat less serious problem, but expansion would be necessary if the University grew even a little. "If someone asked me today for an office, I'd be at ends to help him," reports Buck, who also heads a faculty committee concerned with space allocation. One of the recently acquired New Haven school buildings may very probably be used to solve some of these needs, acording to C. H. Sanford, University Business Manager...
After six weeks in Denver, the convalescing President grew happily restive as the autumn days flew swiftly. He walked as much as 500 feet without halting; his visitors were many. He talked to visitors about his heart attack. For the first few days, under sedation, he had felt completely spent, not caring what happened next. He had felt his own pulse and found it laboring like a weary steam locomotive: "Chug . . . Chug, Chug, Chug . . . Chuuug." Now the rhythm was calm and strong and regular. That was a good sign, and there were many more...
...life, the excitement of being always on the go-and she drew Bill into it. He wasn't as enthusiastic about it as she was, but he went along with it." Amid the glamour, the Woodwards' domestic life was anything but serene. As Bill matured, he grew more attractive to women, and Ann, five years older and desperately hiding the fact, began to fade. There were frequent quarrels, embarrassing scenes, separations and reconciliations. Seven years ago the two seriously discussed divorce, but called it off for the sake of their two young sons. Bill was rumored...
...Prince's Life. Averell Harriman grew up to the pattern of his inheritance. He spent his summers at Arden, near Bear Mountain, where his father built a 100-room French Renaissance-style house on a 20,000-acre estate with a private railroad. The villages of Harriman and Arden were established near by just to supply the Harrimans. Below the main house were imposing stables, a polo field, a track for exercising trotting horses...
...near genius for words and sharply whittled chips on both her sturdy Irish shoulders. She die not feel at home among the Irish Catholics in Seattle: there were Protestants and a Jew (a maternal grandmother) in her family. She was no ugly duckling, but seemed to think so. She grew her famous wide smile, which is now, according to a friend, "a sort of tic," but could not charm rich, silly and beautiful convent classmates. They called her "Cye" and it was torture. It must mean something terrible, she thought, and it was not until many years later...