Word: shellful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...witnessed a symbolic picture. I saw a half-filled grave, and by it lay a German helmet. In the grave lay a skeleton, only partly covered by the shreds of what was once the grey-green uniform of a German soldier. A sharp-edged fragment of a Soviet shell had shattered his face. The gaping mouth of the skeleton was filled with fertile loam and from this was already rising a curling shoot of convolvulus, bearing its delicate flowers...
...fancy, and convenient to the plot design to remain quite believable. The obstructive wife and husband are more conveniently unlovable than an honest imitation of life would allow, and they are so tidily removed from the path of true love that the whole business seems as manipulated as a shell game. Because all the bad people are so extraordinarily nasty, the good people look more mawkish than they deserve to. And as is so often the case in sentimental fiction, the teariness goes hand in hand with some excruciating whimsy. (Sample: two housemaids, the Misses Jinks, one tall, one short...
Organized crow had come a long way since the '50's, when the men would take the shell down the Charles to Boston every night in order to got drunk. It was through the magenta handkerchiefs the crew were around their heads that Harvard got its color and the new journal its name...
...there were crowds staring wistfully at plaster models of the future Kiev. "In Russia it is always the future that is thought of. It is the crops next year . . . the clothes that will be made very soon. If ever a people took energy from hope...." In the fields around shell-pocked Shevchenko, they found cheerful bands of women picking cucumbers. They were barefoot, "for shoes are still too precious to use in the fields." Everywhere, they found dogged, friendly people, willing to share their bread and cabbage, anxious to hear about America and full of misconceptions about it, instilled...
...from her ivory hower in the Garden Street Eden, Mona N. Lowe '50 peered out from behind her tortoise-shell spectacles and waggled a slide rule provocatively at the CRIMSON reporter. "Men, men all over the place. Men by the dozen, hounding me for my reading notes. I never had so damn much fun in may life," she shrieked...