Word: lifes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...work as a teacher of ceramics to students in the middle and older age brackets, I am in contact with what is happening to people as a result of our increasingly "easy life." People who relinquish the common home chores unknowingly also give up "status"-and the satisfaction of each one having done something himself. So, in one sense, all of the industrial advancements only make my work more necessary—building confidence in the latent abilities of each of my students. Now my students make the very soup bowl (out of clay, glazed and fired) into which they will pour...
...letter of resignation to his miners, John L. Lewis, two months short of 80, summed up his life's, work in what were his least controversial words. "I shall hope," he said simply, "that each of you will believe that through the years I have been faithful to your interests." Lewis' successor as U.M.W. president for the final year of his four-year term: Mild, humorous Vice President Thomas Kennedy, 72, a miner since 1900, onetime Lieutenant Governor of Pennsylvania (1935-39), who has lived and worked faithfully for 40 years in John L.'s massive shadow...
...richest men, headed by Sir Francis de Guingand, onetime Chief of Staff to Field Marshal Montgomery, and including Harry Oppenheimer, head of the De Beers diamond trust, announced that they were setting up a foundation devoted to promoting "international understanding of South Africa's way of life, achievements and aspirations...
...contemporaries, sneers Mankowitz, "write about nice, happy, sexless people who lead nice, happy, sexless lives." "As for me," says he, "I love the flesh. I like to catch people at it. I love the culture that proceeds out of the physical life of people; people as they are, without snobbery or pretensions. I'm a Jew from Russia who was born in this country," he adds. "But I'm more English than the English have been for 100 years...
...that she had to be taken home in an ambulance. By the time she reached Dreux she was in a limbo between sleeping and waking-taking tranquilizers and sleeping pills for some semblance of rest, taking stimulants to shock her back into the raucous nightclub world that was her life. Her manager begged her not to go on; her musicians refused to accompany her. But the dowdy, husky-voiced sob-sister from the streets of Montmartre insisted: "If you don't let me go on, I'll kill myself...