Word: might
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stories in this latest issue are either laboriously told gags which, if funny, are so only in the concluding paragraph, or else college stories which will amuse primarily those whose college life they so really reflect. This group, which might roughly be called the Club Set, will possibly be amused to see one of its more notorious wits (reputedly the only paying customer to have terrorized the staff if Hayes-Bickford as to be permanently black balled by that establishment) painstakingly immortalized in the story "How I Blew My Lunch Money." If this small clique-claque is the audience...
...both cases, adjectives a size or two smaller might have proved a far better fit; or a distinction should have been made between the production and the show. For even more dazzling phenomena than Salesman and South Pacific themselves were the men who staged them: Elia Kazan and Joshua Logan. Director Logan, with an unbroken string of hits (Annie Get Your Gun, Happy Birthday, John Loves Mary, Mister Roberts, South Pacific) was easily Broadway's cleverest theater mind; Director Kazan, with three successive Critics' Circle awards (All My Sons, A Streetcar Named Desire, Death of a Salesman) stood...
...Telegraph were unstinting in their praise. But the Times had a brickbat in its bouquet: "The virtuosity of the execution is astonishing. But equally . . . astonishing was the lack of [interpretive] imagination . . . Brahms's First Symphony opened with an assertion of fact, not the declaration of a mystery . . . Brahms might have written the symphony for a motion picture." Even so, on second thought, the Times admitted English orchestras suffered by comparison...
...hold around 140 million bushels, but three-fifths of it was already filled with 1948 wheat and grain sorghums. That meant there was only room for this year's first 55 million bushels, not even half the expected Texas harvest. The farmers feared that the hindmost half might go to the devil...
...Little woman, give me your little paw," said the dying Goethe to his daughter-in-law. Had these been his last words, the great Johann Wolfgang might today seem more human and approachable than generations of followers have made him out to be. Unfortunately he said later: "Open the blind of the other window, so that more light may come in!" This statement (abbreviated to the more impressive command: "More light!") has become Goethe's epitaph, supposedly expressing his yearning that greater illumination might come to the hearts of men. Somewhere along the road the "little paw" has been...