Word: oblivion
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...commas properly placed, the exact word found to match an idea or thing. One of the better U.S. dispensers of this feminine mot justice is Elizabeth Hardwick, the wife of Poet Robert Lowell. Judging by this first collection of her essays and book reviews-most of them fugitives from oblivion in Partisan Review-she is also an artist in aphorism who deserves, at her best, comparison with Mary McCarthy or Virginia Woolf...
...pockets. An appalled visitor once described it as a place where "the body of a murdered man would remain in a dancing room until the dancing was over. Gold and precious stones were cheap, but life was cheaper." A Royal Tear. In 1692 an earthquake shook Port Royal into oblivion. Morgan's skull-and-crossbones flies no more, and now Jamaica has a new green, gold and black flag of its own to fly. Last week, after 307 years of British rule, the Caribbean island's 1,600,000 people celebrated their independence and became the hemisphere...
...March 25, 1962. But curiously, there are fewer this year. The infant mortality rate among television shows has gone into a slight decline. TV's mediocrity is apparently becoming institutional, and some programs are being kept alive for next season that would have been kicked into oblivion in the more ruthless years...
Less than five years ago, oblivion loomed for West Germany's proud old Henschel Works. Founded in 1810 as a family machine shop, Henschel had long ranked as Europe's biggest producer of railroad locomotives and one of the Continent's major truck builders. But in the years following World War II, the company's family management stubbornly continued to concentrate on steam locomotives while Europe's railroads clamored for diesels and electrics. By 1958 Henschel was losing $2,000,000 a year, and creditors were beginning to encircle its huge new plant...
...Angeles, thousands of other pianolas* were making rumpus rooms, rathskellers and taverns resound all over the U.S. Most of them-foot-pumped jobs with no concert-grand pretensions-were being played for the sheer rinky-tink fun of it by people who own either vintage instruments rescued from dusty oblivion or brand-new 1962 models, bought in a shiny showroom. The player piano is coming back into its own again to the tune of Moon River and The Peppermint Twist. And, once again, people are clustering around and singing the old favorites as the hyphenated lyrics...