Word: joyful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Nightmare." Mumford had dared to criticize Moses' pride & joy, the enormous Stuyvesant Town development of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co., whose 24,000 tenants will form a community larger than all but 400 other U.S. cities. Mumford pronounced Stuyvesant Town "a caricature of urban rebuilding . . . considering all the benefits it might have derived from beginning at scratch, on a site as large as this." Snorted he: "As things go nowadays one has only a choice of nightmares. Shall it be the old, careless urban nightmare of post-Civil War New York ... or shall it be the new nightmare...
...Power. In the grimy Telegram offices on Melinda Street, there was no joy as the staff turned out an early afternoon edition headed McCULLAGH BUYS TELY (changed in a later edition to TELY REMAINS INDEPENDENT). Although McCullagh said that there would be no immediate wholesale firings, his ownership of both the Globe & Mail and the Telegram would cut the field for any ex-staffers to one paper, the Star...
...from time to time, causing the Town Fathers endless drainage worries. And then there were Captain Adino Paddock's elms. Captain Paddock decided Old Granary needed to be dressed up, so he imported 16 elm trees from England and planted them along the cemetery. They were his pride and joy, but unfortunately the youths of Boston town could not resist swinging on the limbs. The Captain once advertised a reward for "the Person or Persons that on Thursday night last cut and hacked one of the trees opposite his House . . ." Another time, espying a boy shaking one of the saplings...
...Douglas tells a good story, but he has none of the magic-lantern slide color of a Feuchtwanger or the ingenious imagination of a Robert Graves. The miracles he describes sparingly, without dramatizing and without comment; they are made to seem unsettling and disturbing events. It is not the joy of His love that the book stresses, but the disquiet and the puzzlement that word of His teachings brought to people who heard them from afar...
...younger generation had another way of showing it. What they did was kiss everybody they could lay their hands on. Mothers, grandmothers, sisters, and girl friends were kissed and hugged until their ribs started popping like firecrackers. The air was filled with hoarse whoops of joy, with the scream of in-numerable sirens, and with dozens of red flares. Every few seconds someone shot off a little cannon that struggled to make itself heard above...