Word: semi
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Concluded the Times: "The most serious effects of semi-professionalism and big money in intercollegiate sports are the establishment of false values, impairment of democracy in education, and a lowering in some cases of academic standards and cheapening of the college degree...
...squire's spinster daughter will continue to go to church. But "no Labor people will go. . . because going to church means you are Conservative. The bell-ringers may continue because of the pleasure of ringing and because they admire Winston Churchill. The schoolmistress will not go . . . because being semi-educated and class-conscious, she has 'theories' about religion and regards the parson as too dogmatic...
...environs offered bronzes by Britain's Henry Moore (at the Buchholz), Grandma Moses' bucolic pleasantries (at the St. Etienne), happy bloops and squiggles by Spain's Joán Miró (at the Pierre Matisse), a fine collection of Ming porcelains (at the Komor), and antiseptic semi-abstractions by Charles Sheeler (at the Downtown). The esoteric fringe, always as long as an Easter bunny's ears, had a bright item: luminescent pictures by Marie Menken (at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery), which were guaranteed to be visible even in rooms darkened...
Hatch spent 18 years in Martandam. The villagers soon nicknamed him "Double-Your-Money" Hatch. They learned to breed the best poultry in India, instead of the semi-wild jungle fowl that laid an egg every two weeks. They learned to build roads, how to control malaria and cholera, weave baskets, rugs and rope. Instead of their sticky, grimy jaggery (unrefined sugar candy), Hatch taught them to make clean palmyra sugar to be sold at double the price of jaggery. He introduced scientific beekeeping, revived the art of kuftgari (working designs on iron and silver). At the same time...
...commodore sticks to his guns, even though they aren't loaded; Farbridge has its festival, a merry one indeed, and the former naval person devolves into the arms of a wealthy, amiable semi-lunatic. All of which, says the book's jacket, "proves that life's worth living." The evidence may be a bit thin for the claim, but the book does demonstrate again that Author Priestley is a good judge of characters if not of character, and unquestionably one of the most fluent, enthusiastic word-jobbers in the language...