Word: ross
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...snow. But getting around the Antarctic by land is still quite a trick. Last week New Zealand's Sir Edmund Hillary, conqueror of Mt. Everest, arrived at the South Pole after a 1,200-mile journey by tractor from the British base at Scott Station on the Ross Sea (see map). He made it with only one drum of gasoline left, enough for 20 miles of travel...
Raintree County (MGM) begins in tedium and ends, 168 leaden minutes later, in apathy. Montgomery Clift, talking through his nose and expressing sensitivity of soul by seldom looking other cast members in the eye, jitters through the role of John Shawnessy, hero of the late Ross Lockridge Jr.'s bestselling 1948 novel. Represented to be a kind of rustic, 20-year-old Candide of pre-Civil War Indiana, 37-year-old Clift goes lurching through a swamp in search of a magical "rain tree," supposedly planted years before by Johnny Appleseed. Whether the tree bears knowledge, truth or just...
Peter B. Dunbar, of Lowell House and Colfax, Ind., Battalion Commander; Joseph V. Hajek, of Eliot House and New York City, Battalion Executive Officer; Harold M. Ross, of Eliot House and Kansas City, Kan., "A" Company Commander; Robert S. Hoffsis, of Winthrop House and Albany, N.Y., "B" Company Commander; and Richard H. Weller, of Adams House and Pelham, N.Y., "C" Company Commander...
...really only an accident of Ross's naiveté that allowed one of the most famous of New Yorker cartoons to get into the magazine. Reports Thurber: "He was depressed for weeks after the appearance of a full-page Arno depicting a man and a girl on a road in the moonlight, the man carrying the back seat of an automobile. [Caption: 'We want to report a stolen car.'] 'Why didn't somebody tell me what it meant?' he asked...
...While Ross persisted in expecting precise, orderly, machinelike efficiency from Thurber, Thurber persisted in trying to write New Yorker prose. One day Ross stormed in on him. "You've been writing," he exploded in accusation, "I don't know how in hell you found time ... I admit I didn't want you to." Thereupon he wrote Thurber out of the imagined society of efficient journalists and treated him as a sort of basket case. "I was a completely different man," writes Thurber ". . . one of the trio about whom he fretted and fussed continually-the others were Andy...