Word: homelessness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Society of the Atonement today has 2,400 members, most of them mission aries. But it is best known for its retreat on the Hill of Atonement, at Graymoor, near Garrison, N. Y., to which homeless or troubled men of all faiths may go. Every guest is called Brother Christopher (for the patron saint of wayfarers) . The Broth ers Christopher, who have included arti sans of all kinds, built most of the buildings on the hill. St. Christopher's Inn, housing 200 men, has become too small, is to have a five-story addition. Last year the friars handed...
...Sass." Shy, serious, six-foot David Rockefeller, youngest of John D. Jr.'s five sons, rode in Manhattan's subway to the Municipal Lodging House, looked over its rooms, ate a six-and-a-half-cent meal (corn soup, codfish, celery and green peppers, applesauce, milk) with homeless men, rode back in the subway to make notes for his University of Chicago Ph.D. thesis* on a still undetermined subject. That night, dancing with Socialite Margaret McGrath, daughter of Wall Street Lawyer Francis Sims McGrath, in Rockefeller Center's swank Rainbow Room, Son David won the polka prize...
...again before it ends. It is equally unimportant that the Preacher, who has never understood religion, becomes an agitator, or that Tom Joad becomes a fugitive from justice. Ma is the important thing in The Grapes of Wrath, for Ma begins as one thing, ends as another. A bewildered, homeless, heartbroken woman when the picture opens, at its close she is an immovable force, holding the crumbling family together against things she does not even understand, against agitators as well as deputies...
...Hundreds of thousands were homeless. They huddled under tents or in temporary shacks in the snow-covered fields, or in the ruins of their homes, shivering with terror and with cold. The stricken area (same latitude as New York City) suffered its worst cold snap of the winter, with temperatures as low as 22° below zero...
...wrote on. Through the ceiling-high window, framing the long roll of grass, tired-green now with winter, came the faint honks of the cabs, rolling shoppers home with Christmas packages. Thousands of miles away, helmeted men squinted through bombsights; homeless families trudged despairingly through the snow...