Word: spokenly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Perpetual Fogs. Macdonald has a few pages of fun with "Wallese," the language spoken in "Wallaceland . . . the mental habitat of Henry Wallace plus a few hundred thousand regular readers of the New Republic, the Nation and PM. It is a region of perpetual fogs, caused by the warm winds of the liberal Gulf Stream coming in contact with the Soviet glacier." Wallace is loaded with "ritualistic adjectives" like "forward-looking," "freedom-loving," "clear-thinking." Such lingo, delivered with the "expansiveness of a Messiah," is just what it takes to make his followers accept Wallace "on his own valuation...
...subjective aspects of personality. He believes that mankind is at the greatest opportunity in its history. "The species can now . . . realize unity without loss of diversity or differentiation." The opportunity Author Whyte likens to that of a man & woman whose love remains in suspense until the first word is spoken...
Parran's successor is tall, soft-spoken Dr. Leonard A. Scheele, 41, head of the National Cancer Institute, career man in the PHS and an Assistant Surgeon General (one of eight). Dr. Scheele takes over his "most important position" on April...
...seat during the action and keyed up during the intermissions, and drops you, purged and exhausted, at the end. . . . This opera could have been written in no other age, and it is one of the very few works of art that have seemed to me, so far, to have spoken for the blind anguish, the hateful rancors and the will to destruction of these horrible years...
Died. Thomas William Lament, 77, financier, philanthropist, chairman of the board of J. P. Morgan & Co.; after long illness; in Boca Grande, Fla. Brilliant, quiet-spoken Tom Lamont worked his way through Harvard, rose to a Morgan partnership at 41. Once a reporter (New York Tribune, 1893-94), he continued to be fascinated by printer's ink, lost heavily in four years as owner of the New York Evening Post, backed the Saturday Review of Literature for 14 years, wrote one book of his own (My Boyhood in a Parsonage). Following World War I he shuttled about the world...