Word: midwestern
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...explanations of the aurora borealis over the centuries have been as colorful as the spectacle itself. When great luminous curtains seemed to swish and crackle in the sky, Norsemen knew that Valkyries were riding abroad. Midwestern Indians looked up and thought they saw the fires of northern medicine men making stew of their enemies. Today's Eskimos watch the polar pyrotechnics and mumble about the spirits of the dead. Modern science has still another theory...
Deep Roots. Right or wrong, Harry Truman had answers for everybody all week long. He flew out to Offutt Air Force Base, Omaha, to lecture seven flood-weary Midwestern governors (six of them Republicans) on the need for flood control (see below). "I want to get this job done," he snapped. "There isn't any sense in our fooling around any longer." For the Daughters of the American Revolution, gathered in annual convention in Washington, he had a polite welcoming note and a couple of not-so-polite digs. During a White House ceremony for Polish Refugee Josef Zylka...
...Bomel, who became chairman. A graduate of Carnegie Tech, Stewart did a hitch in the Navy during World War I, then got an engineering job with the Rieck-McJunkin Dairy Co. of Pittsburgh, subsidiary of National Dairy. In 1944, Stewart was named vice president of National Dairy to run Midwestern ice-cream and dairy operations, was promoted to executive vice president six years later...
...February 1933, Harold Le Claire Ickes stopped off in Washington to take in the sights and to see if, by chance, anybody in the New Deal wanted to pay off a political debt. During the campaign, Ickes had worked hard to organize Midwestern progressive Republicans for Franklin Roosevelt. But in the fever of preinauguration, nobody in the capital seemed to care-until Ickes bumped into an old friend who had connections. Next day Harold Ickes got a summons from the President-elect. "Mr. Ickes," said Franklin Roosevelt, "you and I have been speaking the same language for the past...
...lives in a tony suburb of Gateway, a bustling Midwestern city. He is president of a thriving little company called Yaw-Et-Ag (Gateway spelled backwards), which manufactures musical auto horns. In a good year, he makes $20,000 before taxes, but nearly always ends up in the red. After all, one has to keep up with the next-door Ecleses. Jeff never cracks book; culture is his wife's department. He gets his fun shooting deer with a few old cronies from the Chowder & Marching Society. But he sends his boy & girl to Eastern schools...