Word: moons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...best way to estimate the earth's overall albedo is to measure the brightness of "earthlight" on sunless parts of the moon, allowing for the earth's size and distance, and how much of its disk is in sunlight. Figured this way, the earth's albedo is about .40, which means that it reflects four-tenths of the sunlight that falls on it. It is dimmer than cloud-covered Venus (.64) but much brighter than the naked, rocky moon (.073). The brightness varies a good deal with the season, probably because of changes in the amount...
Practically unrecognizable in his Okinawan getup, Cinemactor Marlon Brando looked uncharacteristically scrutable on a movie location in Japan, where M-G-M is making a film version of Broadway's long-run (1,020 performances) hit, Teahouse of the August Moon...
Nocturne. In Billings, Mont., Perry Whitfield was sentenced to two years for a $1,570 jewelry store robbery, despite his plea that he steals because he is affected by the changing phases of the moon...
Like just about everything Bates has written, The Sleepless Moon is well carpentered, easily written, and well calculated to shorten a train ride or add pleasure to a tall drink. In a small English town, Constance is married to the town grocer, a man so respectable, correct and dull that passion has no chance. His comfortable household runs like a metronome, but his bed has a built-in deepfreeze. Not only does the virginal Constance wait in vain on her wedding night, she waits in vain, period...
Always expert at the often harder task of ending a short story, Novelist Bates seems not to know how to get out of the double mess he has contrived, and put The Sleepless Moon to sleep. But in the last extremity, there is a classic way out for all novelists in a jam, and Bates uses it. The tavern wench dies of an abortion, and unhappy Melford is let off his hook. Frankie runs out on Constance, but she is still hooked in the heart, and pitches herself from the church tower. What this trite tale of love and death...