Word: slights
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Bitterest Blow." On the beach at Kfar Vitkin, 20 miles north of Tel Aviv, waited slight, sharp-eyed Menachim Beigin and a force of his bully boys, to help unload. But Haganah, now Israel's official army, was waiting too, with orders to stop them. Result: a short, sharp civil war of Jew against Jew, which Israel's Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion last week described as "the bitterest blow...
Howdy, Mr. Ice has. besides, some engaging newcomers: the 1948 Olympics' pretty Eileen Seigh, a figure skater of uncommon grace and skill; Former Model Jinx Clark; Jazz Skater Rudy Richards, who jitterbugs remarkably, but with the slight-and highly welcome-touch of restraint that ice and skates impose. Even more rewarding are two such Center standbys as Skippy Baxter, who can skate both very fast and fancy, and Freddie Trenkler, for whose great comic shenanigans familiarity only breeds admiration...
...Boston Public Latin School's Joseph Lawrence Powers, 69, slight, billiard-playing headmaster of the oldest-and possibly the best-U.S. public school (founded 1635). A strict disciplinarian (in his best this-hurts-me-worse tone, he used to ask erring pupils, "Why didn't you give me a break so I could give you a break?"), Powers is an old Latin School student himself, has been on the faculty since 1906. The Powers prescription for scholastic success: hard work on a classical curriculum with a minimum of electives and no frilly courses...
Such personal "singularities" and enlivening activities might have caused George Fox a slight anxiety. Pendle Hill, set in the midst of wealthy suburban Wallingford (twelve miles southwest of Philadelphia), is a long way in time & space from the Lancashire hill where Fox saw his vision of the future Religious Society of Friends. The gently rugged founder of Quakerism, known to his age as "the man in the leather breeches," might have found Pendle Hill's four spacious stone houses, its 15 acres of trees, lawns and gardens strangely remote from the round of jails, beatings and death which...
Margery Sharp has a sharp eye. But it takes more than that to be a really good writer. In her slight, pleasant novels (The Nutmeg Tree, Cluny Brown) she has neatly observed the small, telling details of social manners that weightier novelists often pass by. Her special gift is sketching, snippily but without too much malice, the idiosyncratic types that seem still to populate the English countryside as in the days of Jane Austen. (This gift has paid off well; three of her novels have been chosen as monthly selections by the Book-of-the-Month Club...