Word: matter
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Slender Lead. It was the fourth consecutive shutout by Manager Lou Boudreau's Indians, tying a league record set by Cleveland in 1903. What did Satch think of his performance? Said he, matter-of-factly: "I'm getting back in shape." But it would take more than Satch Paige in shape for Cleveland to clinch its first pennant in 28 years. The Indians promptly dropped three in a row to the White Sox, and hung precariously to their lead...
Born in Alliance, Ohio, Hoiles went to public school because he didn't have any say in the matter, then to a Methodist college. He started work on his older brother's newspaper in Alliance for $2 a week, was making $10,000 a year when they had a falling-out over R.C.'s labor-baiting views. Then R.C. published an anti-union paper in industrial Mansfield, Ohio, sold out (for a profit) after enemies blew up his front porch...
...oxygen, 500 atoms of helium, and 5,000 atoms of hydrogen (still to be burned). The same proportions of atoms exist in the near vacuum of interstellar space. Not only do the universe's largest bodies behave in much the same fashion as its smallest atoms; its densest matter has the same basic composition as its most dilute matter...
...Gift at the Gate. Jungle Man, Pretorius' autobiography (he,died in 1945), could have done with a dash of the Hemingway talent. It is competently written, but with a calm matter-of-factness that makes a commonplace of every act of fantastic nerve and daring. Pretorius spent years in unexplored territory and established precarious friendships with cannibals and tribes openly committed to the exclusion of whites. He had a good ear for their dialects, which he learned, and a nice inquiring eye for aboriginal customs. In one tribe he found what must have been the simplest form of courtship...
This Very Earth reads as if it were written by a man under a deep spell, as if Caldwell himself were aware that something was the matter, and simply did not know what to do about it. Its prose has the glassy, elaborately monotonous decor of the language of hypnosis, beneath which the reader can sense the hysteria of someone trying to re-establish communication with the world. In what is obviously a rigorous act of will rather than the product of a freely flowing imagination, Caldwell puts his characters through his standard novelistic paces without once indicating what motivating...