Word: seep
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...permanently frozen ground. It is hard and firm, but, as Russians discovered in Siberia long ago, even a trickle of heat can turn it to slithery muck. Roads and airport runways, absorbing summer sun, get as squashy as cranberry bogs. In winter, the warmth of a heated building may seep into the permafrost, allowing floors to sink and walls to wobble drunkenly. Many Alaskan villages, built in defiance of permafrost, look like modernist paintings, their streets slanting sideways and their buildings out of line...
...high frequency radio energy from a magnetron, the tube which powered many wartime radars. The waves make the molecules in the raw food dance back & forth three billion times a second. Their motion generates heat. In seconds, the food gets hot. There is no waiting for the heat to seep in slowly, by conduction, from the surface...
Exceptions do seep through every once in a while, though. This week Dartmouth football publicity went overboard for a pair of ends, Mo Monahan and George Rusch, who, if you want to believe the written word, should both be out earning a living for their poor mothers with the Chicago Bears, instead of hanging around Hanover. Superlatives drip from a page and a half of purple prose, but before the final period was inscribed on the release, the more cautious of the writers had his covering sentence. "No matter how superior Holy Cross proves to be against a Dartmouth team...
...been, Frankie merely seems like something that never was. And as a story, Beggars is no Better. The flowering of romance between Frankie and the supper club's leg-some cigaret girl (Dorothy Comingore) is banal and forced. When Frankie tries to act tough, Playwright Reeves lets comedy seep into scenes that should be hard-hitting theater, and they wind up as nothing. The best things about Beggars are its amusing glimpses of nightclub office management and Jo Mielziner's stunning office...
...auto solidifies in prestige, pomp and circumstance seep into the drawings (not to mention the ad copy). But there is an image of 1912 evening pleasure, with its silky escort, its four moth-white, moth-soft ladies enwombed in the felicities of a cross-sectioned Waverly Electric, in a rain-dim street, which catches a sort of elegant U.S. ecstasy that few conscious artists have caught...