Word: suburbanism
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Squandered union funds on such off-duty items as a suburban love nest for his mistress and $10,600 in country-club bills for a Local 777 crony...
...Cartoonists drew scientists discovering that it was the green layer observed on Mars. In grocery stores, on commuter trains and over back fences throughout the South, East and Midwest, it was a gripping topic of conversation. Subject of all the excitement: Digitaria sanguinalis, better known to the frustrated suburban lawnkeeper as crab grass. In 1959 the wiry, octopus-like weed and its pesky cousins have had a vintage year-and so have the gardening and seed companies that help the homeowner in his never-ending battle against...
They blasted the trees with birdshot. They used firehoses, thumped on dishpans and shot skyrockets. They tried a sound truck blaring terrifying shrieks. They rolled in big searchlights and dazzled the air. But in suburban Mount Vernon, N.Y., there was no getting rid of the starlings. By the thousands, the birds went on chattering loud enough to shout down whole neighborhoods of people, fouling the pavement below the shade trees...
...been forced since the end of World War II, as expanding supermarkets and drug stores grabbed an important share of the low-priced variety-store market. In self-defense Woolworth's upgraded its merchandise, spruced up its stores, shifted its emphasis to self-service stores in burgeoning suburban shopping centers. To spark its superstore and self-service programs, Woolworth's in 1954 picked a lifetime employee named Robert Campbell Kirkwood, who had started as a stock checker right out of high school in his home town of Provo, Utah 36 years before. Trim, quiet-spoken Bob Kirkwood...
...style resembles it-warming in small doses only, smoky and unpredictable. Where Eva moves to her promised land with oversure aim, Cassidy never quite makes it. He stops here to help unearth a war-rare Finnegans Wake from the rubble, or just to lean against tired oars in a suburban outing pond. He also pauses to ponder a still-unclear conscience. But, getting nowhere in particular, he still manages to leave Eva behind by a few paces of poetic insight...