Word: joy
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...steelworkers' policy committee accepted the package with whoops of joy; they set a new strike deadline for April 8. The steel companies bitterly labeled the proposal "unfair and unreasonable." They reiterated their previous stand that "the best interests of the public would be served by no increase in wages [or] prices," and estimated that the proposal would boost the cost of a ton of steel by $12 a ton (present price: about...
...Rouz, the Iranian New Year's Day, falls on March 21, the first day of spring*-an arrangement seemingly designed for the maximum in joy and optimism. Last year Iran celebrated Now Rouz in high hopes of a rich and endlessly prosperous future, for on that New Year's Eve the Iranian Parliament, under the guidance of wily Premier Mohammed Mossadegh, voted to nationalize Iran...
...least a nominal touch of antiquity. He had come across a manuscript by Etienne Moulinié and liked the name-and after all, Moulinié's initials were the same as his own. After the first performance in the fall of 1950, the critics had jumped for joy, and he was stuck. Said he: "What could I do? I was a prisoner of success...
...crew lived to see the spring. Under Waxell's command they broke up the old St. Peter, which had crashed ashore soon after they landed, and built themselves a hooker. By August all was ready, the survivors set sail, and two weeks later hove into Petropavlovsk with "joy and heartfelt delight." North America must have seemed a poor bargain to the Russians. Eventually, they were to sell out their share of it-Alaska's 586,00 square miles-for about 2? an acre...
Many modern novelists have an allergy-they can't stand life. Bryan MacMahon of Ireland's County Kerry is none of these. The joy of living runs through his poems and short stories like a shout in the blood. In a first novel, Author MacMahon, 42, casts a glad eye on youth, and on a time in the mid-'20s when "lives were so thronged with small beauties that you wouldn't think 'twas sons an' daughters of the flesh we were, but children of the rainbow dwellin' always in the mornin...