Word: likes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Like architects the world over, Tange also eyed with excitement the new world of space-spanning shells. For Ehime's convention hall, he tried a low, curving shell set with 133 ceiling lights (see color); for Shizuoka, he designed a hyperbolic paraboloid auditorium that holds an audience of 5,000. His Tokyo City Hall this year received the first International Grand Prix awarded by France's Architecture d'Aujourd...
...limelight, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology invited him this fall to lecture as a guest professor. In Cambridge last week, Tange's thoughts were still in Japan; he was worried that too many traces of the past may remain in his work: "Tradition," he says, "must be like a catalyst that disappears once its task is done...
...when most men are put out to pasture, Hall still operates like a one-man gang, working seven days a week, making the decisions, supervising every aspect of his business. "I used to think." says the lean, balding Midwesterner, "that when I got old, I would not work such long hours, but here I am." He approves every idea, each sugary line on each card in his huge assortment. He keeps constant tab on the profit sharing, health insurance, hours and pay of his some 5.000 employees, even inspects the food served in the company cafeteria. When he rejects something...
...character. But her leering mother-in-law, who crouches by a hot-air register listening to the merry whack of belt on flesh, is an old friend from the first novel. So is Heroine Allison Mac-Kenzie, the girl author who writes by day and wrongs by night. Like Author Metalious, she produces a bestseller about a meretricious little New England town, and is all but drummed out of it by indignant neighbors. Her fatherly old publisher comforts her in the best way he knows how, and he certainly knows how. Does Allison love happily ever after? Of course...
...kamikaze planes had splashed close by destroyer Walke when a third crashed into the bridge, drenching her skipper, Commander George F. Davis, with gasoline. For a moment, he burned like a torch. Sailors near him smothered the flames and he exhorted officers and men to save the ship. While still on his feet, he saw Walke's guns destroy a fourth kamikaze. Finally he consented to be carried below; a few hours later he died...