Word: homeness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bearded Bernard Maybeck cheerfully held court in the house he built for himself of gunny sacks dipped in pink cement in the Berkeley hills, delighted his visitors by ripping off hunks of the wall to prove that they were light enough to float. Barely 5 ft. tall in his home-knitted tam-o'-shanter, Maybeck was a sartorial seventh wonder. He blueprinted the clothes for his wife Annie (whom he courted by emblazoning her initial A all over the floral motifs of the Crocker Building), designed his own smock and high-rise pants, so constructed that they did away...
...housewarming, one G.M. wife remarked dryly: "George, you've bought yourself quite a gas guzzler.") He begins his day at 5 a.m., uses the first daylight hours, except when snow is on the ground, to play solitary golf with luminous balls at a country club next to his home. He keeps no score, dashes up and lunges at the ball, then chases it across the fairway at a fast jog. Caddies call him "the ghost...
...makes his daily 20-mile trip from home to office in about half an hour (most of his colleagues would rather walk than ride with him), rolls up his shirtsleeves for the day's work. American Motors headquarters is perhaps the most relaxed and informal in Detroit's auto industry. Romney often leaves his modest office (18 ft. by 18 ft.) to drop in on executives down the corridor. When he has anything important to say, he is not above calling them together, sitting down on the back of a chair to give a talk...
Victory Means Nothing. Like wounded animals, three noble German brothers drag themselves home to their Hessian castle at the close of World War II. The eldest heals his wounds by charity, tending the displaced persons who occupy the castle. The second heals himself by husbandry, tending the displaced soil and its peasants. But the third brother, Amadeus, finds no panacea to hand. Years in a concentration camp have killed his trust in human beings. War and revolution have so sapped his faith in the earth itself that he can only sigh skeptically when a cheerful clergyman assures him that healing...
Wiechert uses modern characters to illustrate his old allegory and presses home his message with intense sincerity. His weakness is a mystified view of history that exaggerates both the stability of the past and the uniqueness of the present. His prose is filled with sentimental, turgid solemnity. But the book will please those who like their religious literature to be a little lower than the angels and a little higher than Lloyd Douglas...