Word: midwestern
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...fiercer aspects, Joe Jones* was one, of the angriest proletarian painters of the 1930s. His canvases were packed with demonstrators, motherless waifs and starving victims of capitalist greed. In his milder moods, he turned out farm scenes in the best Midwestern tradition, with bright, theatrical coloring. Said Joe Jones, simply and violently: "I want to paint things that knock holes in walls...
...painting in the gusty mood of Thomas Benton's rising Midwestern school. But the strained, angry faces he gave his farmer subjects betrayed the influence of Marxart. Swayed by left-wing friends and the memories of a rough childhood, the ex-house painter went socially conscious with a vengeance. In 1934, after an uproar over his teaching of mixed white and Negro art classes in St. Louis' Old Courthouse (where slaves had once been auctioned), Jones joined the Communist Party...
McCarthy the Orator. Too pressed for time to finish his testimony, McCarthy hopped into a plane and headed for Santa Fe to address a gathering of 17 Republican state chairmen from the Rocky Mountain and Midwestern states. This also got him out of town as a Rules subcommittee opened hearings on the resolution of Connecticut's Senator William Benton demanding his expulsion from the Senate...
...answers Ferris can dredge up are corroded with hate and futility. He loathes his job, is desperately weary of the daily stint on the office treadmill. He detests his pretentious "neo-Georgian" home in Oakdale, a genteel Midwestern suburb. Most of all he hates "the goddamn blood-drinking octopus" he married. Enid Ferris is one of those primly efficient young matrons who know how to place-kick an indulgent husband over the goal posts of a cash culture to make a social score. But Enid is all take and no give. Frigidly squeamish about the claims of the flesh...
Until a year ago, Milwaukee Contractor Ralph H. Kroening raced his string of trotters mostly around Midwestern state fairs. Then he sent his driver-trainer, Guy Crippen, to look over a handsome two-year-old colt named Mainliner. Crippen liked what he saw. Kroening got on the phone and bought the dark brown horse for $25,000, sight unseen. He forthwith found himself too busy with defense work to watch his new trotter in competition (ten wins in 23 starts last year, one out of 13 this season). But last week, Contractor Kroening took a few days off, went...