Word: rowes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Franklin D. Jr.-for a rare family portrait. Then the Roosevelt clan headed for Broadway to attend the opening of Sunrise at Campobello (see THEATER). At final curtain, first-nighters gave a standing ovation to Mrs. Roosevelt, who had seen the play from the next to the last row of the theater...
When eleven-year-old Roscoe McGeorge refused to stop playing with cards in the back row of a fourth-grade penmanship class in Cincinnati's Washington Elementary School. Teacher Gayle Graner decided to take appropriate action. She told him to turn over and gave him a paddling. Roscoe's outraged mother had her arrested for assault and battery, but 22-year-old Teacher Graner, though less than a year out of the University of Cincinnati's Teachers College, is not one to be easily intimidated. "Yes. I paddled him," she told reporters. "I have firm ideas...
...million. By the time it is finished, G.E. will be $80 million in the hole on its nuclear program, including a smaller 5,000-kw. plant it built at Pleasanton, Calif, to get experience. G.E., like the others, thinks that if it could build three big plants in a row, it could learn enough to produce competitive power. But G.E. has no plans at the moment. As one reactor builder says: "Private industry has found that there is no money in atomic energy and no prospect of making any money...
...squad. Then he began to grow, by his senior year was 6 ft. 7 in., and, although he moved like an unhinged giraffe, scored enough to get scholarship bids from some two dozen colleges. Pettit chose Louisiana State University, was an All-American for two years in a row, and in 1954 was the first-draft choice of the St. Louis Hawks. A handsome, lithe giant, Bob Pettit soon found that the pros play their own rugged brand of ball, but he survived the rattling rites of passage. On offense, his soft, floating jump shot is a model...
...row upon row, people leaned forward to catch every word, feverishly scribbling in their notebooks. The mesmerizing drone of the theologian lifted them, trance-like, beyond the everyday world of corporeal men and concrete things. It carried them high, high into the tenuous stratosphere of abstraction, where the earth below could be glimpsed only briefly and dimly, as the ponderous metaphysical clouds parted for a moment, then coalesced in still thicker obscurity. Through the shadowy haze, however, they could sense the mammoth struggles that the voice affirmed were raging all around them. From far off they could sometimes catch...