Word: highbrow
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Peerless Paper. Today the infant of 1846 is a giant of Fleet Street, fifth in circulation (with 1.5 million) among London's nine "national" newspapers, and known as the highbrow of the mass-readership field. Heading its high command is dry, aging Chocolate Tycoon Laurence J. Cadbury, whose father bought shares in 1901 (at David Lloyd George's behest) to keep them out of the clutches of Boer War imperialists. As chairman of Daily News, Ltd., Quaker Cadbury, a publisher without a peerage, leaves its operations to a devoutly Liberal triumvirate: Sir Walter Layton, quondam Cambridge...
...Author. Tall, pale, chronically ailing George Orwell, 42, leads an unspectacular domestic life in the suburbs of London. A critic, essayist and novelist (A Clergyman's Daughter), Orwell contributes (in Britain) to his schoolmate Critic Cyril Connolly's highbrow monthly Horizon and to the leftist Tribune. In the U.S. his London Letter to Manhattan's Trot-skyoid quarterly Partisan RevIew has contained some of the war's most trenchant reporting on British politics, the Home Guard (Orwell was a member), black-market shenanigans...
...knew what he wanted. With the help of his hand-picked president, big, thick-skinned James Monroe Smith, he spent $13,500,000 on a building plan, blew another $3.5 million a year for such furnishings as professors, a football team, a country club for the students, a highbrow quarterly, and a university mascot-a Bengal tiger in a $12,000 cage...
...Bunk lost his teeth and gave up playing. A Pittsburgh jazz fan found him, a toothless stooped laborer in the rice fields at New Iberia, La., got him some false teeth and raised money for a horn (TIME, May 24, 1943). Said the New York Herald Tribune's highbrow critic Virgil Thomson: "[Bunk] is the greatest master of blues or off-pitch notes ... an artist of delicate imagination...
...British intellectuals. In The Unquiet Grave, Critic Connolly lets his sizable group of followers down. He serves up a bitter salad of clever preciosity and engaging self-pity: a collection of notes about love, art and religion jotted down while he was on fire-watching duty. Many a highbrow will not see the woods of "Palinurus' " neurotic despair for the trees of his precise and sometimes witty prose...