Word: ranked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rank-conscious hierarchy of Soviet intellectual life, retirement is virtually unknown, and many important institutes and observatories are run by superannuated fuddy-duddies. The University of Rochester's R. E. Marshak was amazed "at how young Russian physicists did not hesitate to call to task distinguished academicians if points of difference arose," but in many fields it is the young who are apt to make the decisive leaps...
...long, exhausting day, something called the interior monologue has rattled around inside many an emptier head. The latest victim of the idea that anything and everything goes, especially on paper, is an American named James Patrick Donleavy, whose cross-pollination with Bloom has produced a rank Jimson weed. Its name: Sebastian Dangerfield, chief character of a mad, and-by British critics-madly praised novel called The Ginger...
...That Got Away (Rank). Hitler's was an evil war, but many brave men fought his battles. In this picture, the British pay a graceful and entertaining tribute to one of them, a 26-year...
...Monuments. The company is run by the three Mackle brothers-Elliott, 49, Robert, 46, and Frank, 42-who now rank as the South's biggest residential builders. The brothers, who share one office and secretary, started in the business while still schoolboys. Their father, a British-born Florida builder, insisted that they spend their summers mixing concrete and hammering nails, left them with a stern legacy: "Be the first man on the job and the last to leave. Build good houses. Don't build monuments to yourself...
From the Union lines, behind the stone wall on the crest of Cemetery Ridge, First Lieut. Frank A. Haskell looked down on the forming ranks of the Confederacy: "More than half a mile their front extends; more than a thousand yards the dull grey masses deploy, man touching man, rank pressing rank, and line supporting line. The red flags wave, their horsemen gallop up and down; the arms of eighteen thousand men, barrel and bayonet, gleam in the sun, a sloping forest of flashing steel. Right on they move, as with one soul, in perfect order, without impediment of ditch...