Word: mooned
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Their services to musicomedy can be exaggerated, but hardly their success. That success rests on a commercial instinct that most of their rivals have apparently ignored. As Rodgers & Hart see it, what was killing musicomedy was its sameness, its tameness, its eternal rhyming of June with moon. They decided it was not enough just to be good at the job; they had to be constantly different also. The one possible formula was: Don't have a formula; the one rule for success: Don't follow it up. Their last five shows explain what they mean. Jumbo was circus...
...people on the earth stood on one another's shoulders, they would make nine chains to the moon. For most citizens, that thought is likely to be more alarming than otherwise, but for Richard Buckminster Fuller it is profoundly reassuring: it suggests "the littleness of our universe" when viewed by an unfrightened mind, and it reminds him that man has been made too conscious of his physical smallness to be aware of his own powers and potentialities...
Nine Chains to the Moon is not Author Fuller's first demonstration of his invincible faith in man's future. Designer of the famed Dymaxion- house, inventor of the three-wheeled, streamlined Dymaxion car, Buckminster Fuller is a New Englander who looks like a businessman and talks like a prophet of the coming technological millennium. A Harvard alumnus, he decoded radio messages in the navy during the War, became a manufacturer of molds for reinforced concrete afterwards, and in 1927, when he lost control of his business, settled in Chicago slums for a year to work...
...framework of his philosophy is simple: Man, he says, is a product of his environment, and environment is "95% a shelter problem." Nine Chains to the Moon begins with a description of a modern city dweller, the unfortunate Mr. Murphy, jostled in the subway, unnerved by noise, threatened with peptic ulcer, bolting his meals, quarreling with his wife, depressed by the incessant pressure of city noises great and small, bewildered at the contrast between his efficient radio and his inefficient, cockroach-breeding house...
...book for its incidental information rather than for its arguments, to be as much irritated by Buckminster Fuller's exclamatory style as impressed by his occasional lightning insights. And by the time they have finished reading of all the stupidities, confusions and downright imbecilities that humanity tolerates, the moon is likely to seem just as far away as ever...