Word: icing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Certainly Alaska deserves statehood, but your story and the popular Ice Palace (Edna Ferber might still have the bestselling habit, but she certainly does not have the feel for Alaska) fail to convey the warmth and fighting spirit which govern the people...
...glamorizes its products with names sug gestive of romance, adventure, passion: such foundation powders as Pond's Angel Face, Revlon's Love-Pat and Max Fac tor's Creme Puff; such lipsticks as Rubinstein's Red Hellion, Revlon's Fire and Ice, Helen Neushaefer's Torrid and Pink Pas sion; such creams as Max Factor's Cup of Youth and Helena Rubinstein's Tree of Life. It lends mystic significance to a word such as moisturizing and nurtures a euphemistic cant in which reducing becomes slenderizing, dye becomes hair color, and diet...
...augured well for statehood. Not since 1912, when Alaska first became an organized territory and won its first real, if tiny, measure of home rule, had the winter been so mild and the breakup so early. Parkas, mukluks, beaver caps and sealskin coats were thankfully stored away. The ice was gone from the Yukon River, and from the Porcupine, the Koyukuk and the Selawick. Out to Woodchopper, to Steel Creek, Poorman and a hundred other placer gold camps, packed the glint-eyed prospectors in search of a glint in the sand and gravel. In the villages of the Panhandle...
...fourteen hundred 4-H Club members relieved their mothers of that wintered-in, cabin-fever feeling by piling outside and scurrying to register for their summer activities. Bud Hilton's Thawing Service advertised steam-cleaning service for building exteriors, while out on the Alcan Highway, dust warnings replaced ice-warning signs. On the Fairbanks outskirts moose calves, abandoned by their mothers, bawled like babies, and into a downtown pool hall waddled a full-grown porcupine. It was 80° in the Panhandle's Ketchikan, and 60-lb. salmon flopped through the water in search of fishermen. Farther...
Died. Juan Ramón Jiménez, 76, expatriate Spanish poet who won the 1956 Nobel prize for literature; of pneumonia; in San Juan, Puerto Rico. When the Nobel announcement came from Stockholm, it rattled the ice in U.S. literary tumblers because few readers had ever heard the name. Editorial researchers scrambled, learned that Poet Jiménez was known from Aragon to Argentina as a kind of melancholy, Andalusian A. A. Milne, particularly for Platero y Yo,* a collection of prose vignettes spoken by the poet to his burro about life and death in a Spanish town (TIME...