Word: meads
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Speaking to a reasonably square audience in Boston, opinion-crammed Anthropologist Margaret (Coming of Age in Samoa) Mead, 57, turned her withering gaze on the beatniks, did her high-level best to define one: "A person who can't tolerate the meaninglessness of the low level of goodness, and just because it is both low level and good casts his artistic rebellions in bizarre and often misunderstood forms...
...Miss America, Mississippi's custom-made (36-24-36) Lynda Lee Mead, 20, got a roaring welcome-home parade in her home town of Natchez (pop. 29,200) from some 50,000 curbsiders. In Jackson, state legislators, elated over Mississippi misses copping the Miss America crown two years in a row, passed a resolution commending Lynda Lee, authorized issuance of special, optional license plates for cars' front bumpers (price: $1). The legend: "Mississippi, Home of Miss Americas, Land of Beautiful Women...
...Francisco's women were no more helpful than their husbands. Junior Leaguers worried politely about whether they were supposed to learn the feminine graces at home or in school; a suburban housewife announced grimly that "by golly, my husband is not going to outgrow me." Anthropologist Margaret Mead finally arranged a truce in CBS's planned skirmish between the sexes by explaining that women are becoming less feminine, men less masculine, and that both sexes are "behaving more like people." Whatever that meant, Dr. Mead happily added the observation that there will probably always be a noticeable physical...
...second consecutive year Miss Mississippi became Miss America: Natchez' brunette, green-eyed, 20-year-old Lynda Lee Mead (36-24-36; 5 ft. 7 in.; 120 Ibs.), successor and University of Mississippi Chi Omega sorority sister of 1959's brunette Mary Ann Mobley...
...breed willing to pay the price for loving danger. There was Bill Stead, 34, a Nevada rancher with a cowpoke's windburned face, whose legs and arms bear unhealed burns as souvenirs of a wild ride last March when his Maverick blew up at 175 m.p.h. on Lake Mead. Stead had coolly stuck to the boat: "Burns hurt a little more, but I'd rather have them than broken bones, and I've had both...