Word: salaman
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Like her big-eyed heroine. Author Salaman, who now lives in London, was born and raised in the Ukraine. Her re-creation of childhood is movingly written and preserves the old Russia-with its endless talk, fumbling aspirations and comfortable inefficiency-like a giant in amber. The final chapter tells of the coming of the 1917 Revolution, when all the earnest, high-flown talkers pour into the streets with visions of a newly created heaven on earth. The last lines of the novel make a heartbreakingly ironic point: "We were outside our front door. Father took off his bowler...
...Salaman, an MIT student, is modernizing the completely out-dated set by adding new lines to enable broadcasting from both 'Cliffe quadrangles, and is also developing a second channel that has never been used before. WRRB will then be able to transmit two broadcasts simultaneously, and will also gain new control of its sound hook...
Emma Merrill '56, newly elected technical manager, is assisting Salaman with the set revision. The station recently elected Aida Romanoff '54 president, Sandy Rosman '55, program director. Ruth Jacobs '54, production manager, and Marina Von Newman '56, business manager...
...Compare," Dr. Salaman urged his colleagues, "the fate of the potato with that of the Jerusalem artichoke, a physiologically unsatisfactory food which reached France a decade later. After a short spell of popularity, it faded out of the picture without leaving a mark on the structure of society in France or anywhere else." The few gourmands who still fancy that pulpy, parsnippy root, which is no kin to the conelike epicurean artichoke (Cynara scolymus), claim that the Jerusalem artichoke tastes best after it has been frozen m the ground. Most of society will doubtless remain content to leave it there...
...Salaman does not mention the fact that British landlords were selling Irish-grown grain in world markets while a million Irishmen Starved...