Word: high
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Cleveland's pudgy, power-brained Merrill Kenneth Wolf (I.Q. 182) it seemed high time people stopped regarding him as "something of a freak." It was true that he had played Liszt on the piano at 22 months, written a symphony at eight, received his A.B. from Yale at 14 to become New Haven's youngest grad ever (TIME, Oct. 29, 1945). Since then he had spent three years in earnest study with great Pianist Artur Schnabel. Now, at 18, Kenneth wanted to be judged, he said, "solely by the quality of my music...
...Detroit's automakers were forced to lay off 37,000 more workers this week. But except for strike-born dislocations, the U.S. seemed on the mend from the recession. Employment had picked up so much that U.S. officials removed five areas from their "critical" list of places with high unemployment...
Cheered by the improvement, Federated Department Stores' able President Fred Lazarus took a speculative look at the future. For the rest of this year he guessed that unit sales would pick up and match last year's record high, although dollar volume would dip. Next year looked almost as good. "The next six months," predicted Lazarus, "will show no further drop in employment or production." Federated's Director Paul M. Mazur, a senior partner of Manhattan's Lehman Bros, investment banking firm, thought that the strikes even held some concealed blessings for business: "They often provide...
Horseback & Hospital. When a star combines high sex appeal with low resistance to the demands of press-agents, she works all the harder. For The Girl from Jones Beach, Virginia Mayo put in appearances at ten towns on Long Island's south shore, with receptions by civic dignitaries at every stop. For the opening of Colorado Territory in Denver, she had to ride horseback to the theater through a heavy downpour. ("How," pleaded Virginia, "do you put the top up on a horse?") On the way to Denver, press-agents stopped her train so that she could leave...
Author Roosevelt's memoir has little of the high historic excitement of Robert Sherwood's Roosevelt and Hopkins and none of the hero-worshiping quality of Grace Tully's F.D.R., My Boss; she just runs along easily as though she were showing the family album to some old friends. Yet every few pages she comes to a striking, familiar snapshot of the great ones among whom she and her husband moved. Random shots...