Word: smiles
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Three Frowns, One Smile. While the experts are having their say, auto sales are poking along at a rate of 1,200,000 units behind 1957's pace, and dealers have 800,000 unsold new cars on their hands. A few hardy optimists still talk of a 5,000,000-car year. But the industry's realists are prepared to settle for much less, possibly only 4,200,000 cars, thus making 1958 the worst since the steel-strike year...
...food. Obviously, there was no inflaming, no provocative connotations in the cry "Burn two British," since the clatter of conversation continued without pause. No, if the cry evoked any visions at all it was of an act whose consummate justness was self-evident and required not even a smile The Manchester Guardian Weekly, April...
...with the ample jowls swiveled happily in his seat. Cigar ash dribbled over his shirt front, and his several chins bobbled as his tight little mouth widened into a smile. Everywhere he looked he saw money. There in the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum were 78,672 paying customers for the first home game of the Los Angeles Dodgers; no larger crowd had ever watched a single regular-season baseball game anywhere. So far as the Dodgers' President Walter Francis O'Malley was concerned, his team had already conquered Southern California...
...here again one supects that Russell would first of all smile and remark that this is a grossly unhistorical idea of what millions of Christians have meant for centuries whenever they said "and He was made man;" and secondly that his opponents speak they-know-not-what...
...Gioconda Smile, Huxley's most famous story, is the best. His hero, Mr. Hutton, is clever, covered in tweed and money troubles, able to explain everything about everything except his own sex life. Sex, typically, is represented by Doris, a lower-class ball of margarine-and-fun; also typically, the hero's wife is a virtuous bore with a distressing number of ailments. Huxley writes of women with the ruminative repulsion of a male spider half-digested in mid-honeymoon. When Mrs. Hutton is poisoned, it looks like Hutton's work. Actually another Huxley horror woman...