Word: lateness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Originally, the plan to build a private steam-power plant (under contract with two Southern utility firms, headed by Edgar H. Dixon and the late Eugene A. Yates) to feed the expanding power load of the Tennessee Valley Authority was hailed as part of the President's policy of slowing "creeping socialism." But the White House dropped the plan discreetly, soon after TVA-minded Democrats cried scandal over an apparent conflict of interest: Banker Adolphe H. Wenzell had served at the same time as 1) a vice president of New York's First Boston Corp., a Dixon-Yates...
Probably the best female impersonator since vaudeville's late famed Julien Eltinge, egg-bald T. C. Jones, 39, has been working at his special skill ever since 1946, after he had abandoned study for the ministry, done a hitch in the Navy, and finally crashed Broadway. He earned critical raves when he brought his imitations of Tallulah, Luise Rainer and Bette Davis to Broadway in New Faces of 1956, did even better the following year in Mask and Gown, a sort of one-man one-woman show. This season he is already booked for the part of the prima...
...founding fathers of the U.S. make a somewhat solemn gallery in the mind. Remembered mostly from portraits painted late in their hardworking, often harsh lives, they seem austere, wrinkled and careworn. Now a miniature portrait of one of the greatest of them, Thomas Jefferson, has come to light, showing him as he really appeared in the fateful summer...
Almost from the start, the U.S. industry was scarred by a series of violent, bloody strikes. Labor did not succeed in organizing the industry until 1937, when the door was opened by U.S. Steel. President Roosevelt persuaded the late Myron C. Taylor, then Big Steel's board chairman (and later Roosevelt's personal representative to the Vatican) to make a contract with the United Steelworkers, the first in the industry...
...little weekend sketching and (here we Gauguin!) is startled to find that he is an artist of astonishing power-a Rubens, perhaps, with a touch of Renoir. Within a year he is in Paris, painting his broad-hipped housemaid by day, panting for her by night. But the late-blooming bohemian's idyl is broken by Edith, who shows up to buy a painting and promptly recognizes the lamster. Will he turn worm and let himself be stuffed back into a boiled shirt? Not, the reader can bet his burnt sienna, until expatriate geniuses drink Pepsi-Cola instead...