Word: minding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Airways pilot named Wayne Poulsen. who had bought up much of the valley's land. Over the bridge table that night, Alec cautiously asked his wife: "How would you like to live in these mountains?" Justine did not look up from her cards. "Are you out of your mind, Cushing?" she inquired icily. But two years later the Cushings and the McFaddens headed west once more to check on Squaw as a possible ski resort. They never got there. Skiing down a dangerous slope at Aspen with two experienced skiers one morning, the two brothers-in-law were trapped...
...apply too. "I had no more interest in getting the games than the man in the moon," he admits. "It was just a way of getting some newspaper space." The space he got in West Coast papers brought a flood of encouraging letters, made up Cushing's mind: "When I got letters from all those people saying what a nice thing I was doing, it made me feel...
...deluged with facts," said Earl J. Johnson, general news manager of U.P.I. "We know how many people went before the firing squads in Cuba, but this may not help an individual citizen make up his mind whether Cuba is better off under Castro than under Batista. We have got to find a way to bring in also a knowledge and an understanding of the news...
...clumsiness, coarseness and obviousness that make him so controversial. One perceptive critic recently returned from looking at the frescoes has joined Orozco's most fervent disciples. In his new book, Mexican Journal (Devin-Adair; $6), Selden Rodman writes that "if there was any doubt in my mind that Orozco was the great artist of our age, it has vanished." But Rodman quotes a number of the master's countrymen to prove that the winds of fame blow cold as well as warm. Sample opinions: ¶The late Painter Diego Rivera: "Orozco was the only great artist...
...bulk of an island; then it reappears behind another island whose barren rocks are as abrupt as a cymbal crash. The picture opens out, like a swelling andante, into the expanse of the lake, the welcoming bridge. Above, square black flags are a dancing arpeggio. Movement of eye and mind is brought to a massive stop at the looming palace gate...