Word: mellowing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Laughing Marxist. When the Communists entered the Government, some naive rightists assumed that power would mellow their driving determination. Thorez shows no sign of softening. His 5 ft. 10 in., 165-lb. body is solid and strong, his blue eyes clear. As vice president of France, he sits in the fussy luxury of the Hotel Matignon, which Austro-Hungarian ambassadors occupied before 1914. The Gobelin tapestries on the walls neither fit nor affect his revolutionary ardor. He doesn't even know the name of the Roman Emperor whose bust faces him. When Thorez laughs...
Last week, as gaunt old John T. McCutcheon rounded out his 76th year and laid aside his crayons for good, his Injun Summer was still the most popular cartoon that ever came out of the Midwest. In recent years his crosshatched, mild-&-mellow drawings, fussy and cluttered-up by modern standards, have all but vanished from Colonel Robert R. McCormick's isolationist, Anglophobic pages. McCutcheon's pen scratched its best when dipped in the milk of human kindness, and one-eyed Carey Orr's vitriol is more to the Colonel's taste. McCutcheon, in failing health...
...stupid he often was, though he never knew it; men judging whole populations by the few harlots, drunks and black marketeers they met; men from tenant farmer cabins in the South scoffing at the rock houses of European peasants . . . illiterates from Brooklyn, Texas and Los Angeles deriding the mellow folkways of ancient European communities...
...misleading statements regarding "Bebop" music, Harry ("The Hipster") Gibson, "Slim" Gaillard, and modern jazz in general. The impression you gave was that all lovers of hot jazz are zoot-suited marijuana-smoking characters who stay up till the wee hours of the morning saying: "Zoot! You're as mellow as a cello, 'gator, let's have some mellow-rooney jive...
...Councilmen at the Grand Concourse Plaza Hotel, Iran seemed far away indeed. Marshaled (vainly) to convince the U.N. that they should not move out of the hospitable Bronx were steaks, caviar, champagne and a three-piece band to play Meadowland for Delegate Gromyko. But no sooner had the last mellow tones subsided than the jarring discords of the supposedly settled Iran issue again filled...