Word: riches
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...abhors strikes and stands for free enterprise with a capital E-as long as it is run Dave Beck's way. He is an able, honest, startlingly frank man-and in recent years he has become startlingly reasonable. He is full of the kind of civic pride which rich industrialists had once reserved for themselves; he wants his minions to prosper. His word and his contracts are as good as gold. He not only gets pork chops for his unions but disciplines them with an iron hand...
...Mate. Dave sold newspapers and Christmas trees, fished in houseboat-bordered Lake Union to piece out the family fortunes. His mother worked in a laundry. He never forgot waiting for her outside its steamy windows while she drudged on late at night. Eyeing the ornate houses of the rich on Capitol Hill, Dave resolved to be as good as any of them...
Rather than looking to London or to Dallas, the Copley might just look across the square. There they would see the Tributary players, a group of awkward but earnest amateurs, offering Marlowe, O'Neill, Synge, Wilde, Moliere, and Shakespeare--all with a rich Boston accent. It will be a real pity if the Copley players don't get a chance to use their considerable talents in plays of that caliber...
...from the humanities." Twenty-five years ago, 44% of Princeton students were registered in the humanities; now the proportion is only about half that (24%). A good many of the students now concentrating on political, social and economic problems would do better, he said, to mine some of "our rich resources in the humanities . . ." "Undergraduates, like most of us, are subject to fads," President Dodds added...
...there is not "readability" or "need for clarification." He seldom takes the trouble to give examples or say what he is talking about. Mr. Bush writes well in "places," Mr. Rinehart has poor dialogue "in places," etc., and we are promised an image at the end of Miss Rich's poem that is "in itself one of the finest bits of writing to appear since the war in Cambridge's undergraduate magazines ..." and goes unquoted...