Word: properous
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...young man, stopped the first five citizens he met and asked each two questions: "Where is Mt. Hebron Cemetery?" "Who is General Morgan?" All knew the answer to the first question; none could answer the second. This, said Poliakoff, was proof that Winchester was not giving General Morgan his proper due. "In Spartanburg County," he said, "you can ask any school child who General Morgan is, and he'll tell you his whole story. Infancy to adulthood, we study him. Sir, he's our hero...
This outburst apparently shook the Reds. Next day, Nam mildly produced a map, 2½ by 4 feet, and passed it across the table. The markings clearly showed that the Reds understood the U.N. requirements. The 38th parallel was in its proper place and so were the present front-line positions, only slightly distorted in the Communists' favor. This week the Reds were still obdurate. But Nam, who had stalked angrily out after an earlier session, was nervously agitated, like a gambler worried by his declining pile of chips...
...spitballs in school. Father, the pastor of the Presbyterian Church at Watertown, N.Y., was benevolently stern. Mother was Edith Foster, a woman of energy and propriety who once became so appalled at the bad manners of the students of Auburn (N.Y.) Theological Seminary that she wrote a manual on proper decorum, covering such subjects as How to Say Hello, How to Say Goodbye, How to Manage a Cup of Tea. Young Foster, as the family called him, read Pilgrim's Progress and Paradise Lost, became a serious stripling who could blandly paraphrase William James to a sobbing nine-year...
...Villainous Squire. Falkner has a style as proper to 18th Century adventure as anybody could ask for. His description of the villain, Squire Maskew, is characteristic: "He had a thin face with a sharp nose that looked as if it would peck you, and grey eyes that could pierce a millstone if there was a guinea on the far side...
...refused to tear down the shrine; the deity who dwelt within, they said, did not want to move. The Japanese gave up. Last week the tactful British, who also want to build an airfield at Butterworth, tried their luck in their own way. They approached the Hindu god through proper diplomatic channels-a local poojari, or medium. After spreading the temple liberally with sweet-smelling blossoms, coconuts, saffron and camphor, the poorjari cut off the heads of several roosters and sprinkled their blood on the ground. Then he sat down on the sharp edge of a knife and went into...