Word: roughness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Irving McNeil Ives had no hankering after the headaches that go with the $50,000-a-year job of running New York State. He liked his Senate job in Washington, and the specter of a rough-and-tumble campaign this fall was not pleasant to contemplate. Mrs. Ives agreed. "All I want to do," she sighed, "is go home and raise petunias." But last week, after hours of maneuvering with Tom Dewey (see above), Irv Ives yielded to his strong sense of party loyalty and agreed to run. He has no brown derby, no winning ways, no fiery mannerisms. Although...
...along, against choppy waves. The youngster was frightened. Once an eel fastened onto her leg, but she kicked it off. By morning, Marilyn was weary, and badly in need of a mental lift. Then she heard that the great Florence Chadwick had given up, sickened by oil slicks and rough water. Marilyn plowed on. Winds blew her off course, but she fought back...
...claiming to represent 800,000 U.S. college undergraduates, wound up the annual congress of the U.S. National Student Association. In ten days of argument and discussion, resolutions and amendments, one thing was clear: there was not a wild eye in the house. The N.S.A., born in 1947 to a rough and tumble fight over controversial issues (e.g., racial discrimination, banning of Communist teachers, etc.) had gone conservative, in expression even more than in politics...
...Donald W. Nyrop, 42, was elected president of Northwest Airlines. A one-time chief of the Civil Aeronautics Authority (1950-51) and later chairman of the Civil Aeronautics Board (1951-52), Nyrop was in for a rough flight. Northwest's most pressing problem is its need for new planes. It will have to borrow $10 million to pay for four new Super Constellations to be delivered early next year, probably will have to spend additional millions to expand its air fleet. Other worries stemmed from 1) the Government's cut in Northwest's domestic-mail pay from...
Grandfather's farm was a few rough buildings set at the edge of a clearing. Grandmother was an old woman dressed in black, with a face almost as hard as grandfather's, but her eyes were kind and her hands were gentle as she fed the boys and undressed them for bed. Grandfather frowned on play and thought the boys should learn to work. "When I was their age . . ." he often used to begin. Grandmother knew that Grandfather didn't mean to be unkind, but often he seemed rough because, as he had once admitted...