Word: homeyness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...many ways President Ramon Magsaysay's rise in politics resembles Dwight Eisenhower's. A smiling soldier with immense popularity, a simple, homey manner, a record of incorruptibility, and little knowledge of practical politics, he had the presidential nomination thrust upon him in 1953 by the Nacionalista Party in its eagerness to throw out the entrenched Liberals...
...Dewey was a cutie. I don't think Eisenhower is half as cute as Dewey. His strength is in being folksy, homey, and that puts a little different light on beating him, but essentially the situations are the same. Now Dewey was a master at looking good. If there was a scandal in his administration, he investigated the Democratic Party-and got away with it. That State Crime Commission stuff-all directed at me, don't kid yourself . . . O.K., what could...
...executive branch in their hip pockets. We have the fact that his Administration has slipped on things like Dixon-Yates, Talbott, and so on. These facts are enough to work on. They're enough because they detract seriously from the very things-his talents for appearing folksy, homey and highly moral-that are supposed to make Eisenhower so strong...
...Vallauris. At La Californie, Picasso has ripped out the connecting doors of the ground floor to make one huge studio. Pottery, sculptures, driftwood, rocks, paints, canvases, primitive idols, bottles and plain junk heaped here and there like the accidental deposit of a flood make the high, cool rooms seem homey to Picasso, who has much of Proteus about him. The only furniture thus far installed consists of some work tables, a few straight chairs and a rocking chair in which he reads his morning paper...
...friend and said: "I'm tired of all the goddam writers around here. Why don't you give me a party with no writers, only beautiful women?" Late that Saturday night, after the party, Thomas showed up at his favorite tavern, the White Horse, a dark-paneled, homey bar on the western outskirts of Greenwich Village. His eyes were glazed, bloodshot, heavy-lidded...