Word: strides
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Great Belch. Cried the hero of Lewis' second novel, Our Mr. Wrenn, a little Babbitt who managed to break out of his narrow life: "Let us be great lovers! Let us be mad! Let us stride over the hilltops!" Those were the sentiments on which Harry Sinclair Lewis, a doctor's son of New England ancestors, consciously patterned his life. He went to Yale, worked as janitor at Upton Sinclair's Socialist community of Helicon Hall in New Jersey, lived on rice in a California seaside cottage. In 1919, after publishing six conventional novels, all failures...
Condemnable Monopoly. Rotary could take in its stride the lampooning it got in Babbitt from the late novelist Sinclair Lewis (see p. 36), but the Vatican's blow was something else. Puzzled Rotarians in the U.S.Catholic as well as Protestantreacted with a stunned and unanimous "Why?" Some remembered a campaign against Rotary waged in 1928-29 by Rome's potent Jesuit magazine, Civiltà Cattolica. In many countries, the magazine charged, Rotary was altogether too friendly with the Masons, and was dangerously prone to the error of treating all religions as of equal value...
Then John L. Lewis appeared before the board. "Why do we need to freeze prices now, and why freeze wages now?" he demanded. The U.S., said Lewis, could devote 25% of its capacity to rearmament and "do that job in its stride. Our capacity is 50% greater than in 1939 and we haven't used it at all, even now . . . Why can't our country go forward and produce this 25% without the necessity of putting our economy in irons? What do we want? More steel? We're getting it. More coal? We can have it . . . hundreds...
...teen-ager with plenty of savvy, big-city cunning and a marked talent for crap-shooting, Willie managed to do a little better-though he did spend a year in the reformatory for assault. But it wasn't until he took to betting that Willie really hit his stride...
...culprits. Speaker William Lenthall told him coldly: "May it please Your Majesty, I have neither eyes to see nor tongue to speak in this place but as the House is pleased to direct me whose servant I am." "I see my birds are flown," answered Charles, turning back to stride through doors held ominously open during his visit...