Word: plaining
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...labor has come far since Edmund Cartwright's day. How very far was plain last week when delegates at the Amalgamated Lithographers of America convention in Chicago adopted a proposal to put $1 million in A.L.A. money into a fund to promote technological advances in lithography, provided that employers put up a matching sum. The fund will bring "better working conditions and real wage increases," argued Edward Swayduck, the man behind the plan...
...sons of commoners as "my child," the sons of peers as "my dear child," and young peers in their own right as "my darling child." As for the young Duke and heir to the throne, the word has gone round to all his 92 young schoolmates to call him plain "Charles...
...Page was mostly what the late Fred Allen called a Pointer, i.e., someone who points at someone else doing an act and says "Watch him"-the sort of trick that "you could teach a dog to do by smearing meat on the actors." But when Patti lent her big, plain voice to the color-drenched proceedings, she was as pretty and wholesome as a milkmaid. The new George Gobel-Eddie Fisher songfest was not exactly the "wonderful show" Eddie called it, but shy, impish Lonesome George again proved himself the master of the minor key-even when delivering a monologue...
Another student wrote, in a letter to the Daily Sun, "Fun is, after all, what we seek on a big weekend ... We want the chance to behave irrationally, even to be plain silly, without intolerant glances and critical words from other people .... If you honestly enjoy drinking yourself into limbo, howling obscenities and behaving like an animal, then go ahead .... But please stay away from me and don't drive," she added...
...Roots (Barbachano Ponce; Edward Harrison). The wind is blowing the world away. Over the cold, dry plain of Mexico, the dust devils march in pallid ranks like ghosts of the land-ravaging conquistadors. Into the storm an Indian leans, and with his mattock chops a hopeless furrow which the wind fills silently behind him."Who digs the land,"the Indians say, "digs his own grave." He pauses, arrested in a Mexican Angelus. Somewhere in this howling world, in a bare mud hut, his child is crying in a basket, and by a tiny fire his wife slaps stolidly...