Word: growed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...movement continues to grow at its present rate. Founder Satenstein hopes that it will become as much a fixture in the life of young America as the Scouts. In that case, it will no longer be the ward of the book industry, but a recognized national organization supported by tax-deductible gifts. Meanwhile, teachers and librarians have been writing the L.C.A. Manhattan headquarters at the rate of 200 letters a month, asking how they can start chapters of their...
...himself staring at a luminous line of what seem to be huge purple carboys filled with a red-gold fluid and hanging in a rack, but prove to be vastly bloated ants-the living storage vats of the honey-cask tribe. There is some marvelous stop-motion cinematography. Roots grow like wild white worms before the watcher's eyes. Gourds bulge, flowers bloom, tomatoes blush. Best of all are the scenes of underwater life. The archer fish, with fearful accuracy, spits liquid arrows several feet into the air, and bags a butterfly for dinner. The angler fish, looking like...
...Unions Grow Up. Though integrated Honolulu bears no love for Mississippi's Eastland, it recoiled next morning at a newspaper picture of Harry Bridges and Attorney General Sylva shaking hands while Jack Hall hovered in the background. Shocked, Governor Samuel Wilder King summoned Sylva to his office at Iolani Palace for a 20-minute lecture. The gist of his angry remarks: Sylva had no business honoring convicted Communist Hall, who was on bond pending an appeal "only because of the extreme leniency of American...
...stagnate and die. If it were to avoid the fate of the League of Nations, the U.N. had to find some means of impressing majority will upon even the biggest powers, and of doing what these big powers had said the U.N. was incapable of doing. It had to grow arms...
...pupil, not Lalla. He meets two of her fellow patients-strangely charming Franciska, gently maternal Kati. He dotes on the three girls like a fond parent, becomes absorbed in the hothouse flush of the sanatorium where almost everyone seems young and beautiful because so few live long enough to grow old and ugly. He loves the rhythms of their life, the fevered excitements followed by exhausted pauses; he loves their talk with its curious mix ture of simple fun and cruel cynicism...