Word: neighborhoods
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Mutual Friend. Now 52, Dick Daley is a modern model of the machine boss, well-scrubbed and honest. He grew up in the "back of the yards" neighborhood on the South Side, got a law degree from De Paul University, became minority leader of the state senate. When Adlai Stevenson was elected governor in 1948, he appointed Daley state director of revenue. When Jack Arvey's ulcers became bad enough, Daley took over as Democratic county chairman. If he can win the mayoralty, Daley will probably cast longing eyes on the governorship...
Angular Rhombus. Government Geologist George W. Swindel, who happened to be making a water survey in the neighborhood, saw the helicopter and the excited crowds milling around. Steered to Mayor Howard's office, he examined the black stone and pronounced it "a smooth, angular rhombus* with some of its corners broken off." The material inside was iron grey. Scrapings tested with hydrochloric acid gave the rotten egg odor of hydrogen sulphide. Swindel consulted Kemp's Handbook of Rocks and cautiously decided that the stone fitted the description of meteorites "of the sulphide type." Then the helicopter crew took...
Greene has treated a common enough triangle story in religious rather than sociological-or even psychological-terms. The eye of God rather than of neighborhood gossips is upon it, and the problem is not only of the conscience but of the soul. This vast and difficult theme haunts its Catholic-convert playwright without for a moment ever easing his heart. Blinkered Catholicism and clear-eyed rationalism he alike denounces; indeed, beyond a blindly clutched and tormenting faith, Greene's spiritual cupboard seems bare. His well-meaning priest remarks that he has never read Paradise Lost-whose author also...
...Grandma's tyranny. Both are attracted to the same lusty Italian opera singer, and when she bears a child, neither brother knows which is the father, and the girl can't tell. Bit by bit, they withdraw to a life of bitterness, become the butts of neighborhood hoodlums, booby-trap the house and retire to an existence of unwashed queerness. When the police finally break into the house, the stench is pretty bad. Novels like this one, which draw on the pap of fact and melodrama, are reasonably sure of an audience. My Brother's Keeper...
Twenty-six years ago, 16 tall and rather green oarsmen took their first strokes for Harvard in the "Leviathan" training barge--newly launched that fall of 1928. Since these first awkward strokes, somewhere in the neighborhood of 1,200 neophyte rowers have tried to master the fundamentals of catch and release aboard the flat-bottomed craft...