Word: swelled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...essence of such an art is its humanity. It is life-size and it is contemporary. But the method has its limits. It is merely human, and cannot swell to greet the superhuman. Guinness can hardly hope to fulfill the classical heroic roles, the Hamlets and the Agamemnons. Existence in any case is too intimate a thing to be lobbed in full voice across the footlights, but the camera has the faculty to appreciate it. It is for the camera that Guinness seems fated to do his best work. In comedy he has shown what he can do wonderfully well...
...swingeing good De Guiche in Guthrie's Cyrano. About the same time he considered working in the movies ("On the stage I never seemed to have a chance to wear trousers"), and Director David Lean gave him the role of Herbert Pocket, the young swell in Great Expectations. The next year, in Lean's Oliver Twist, he played a Fagin that made him, for the first time, a favorite with the millions...
...million missile contracts, including those for the liquid rocket engines for North American's piloted X-15 plane, which is expected to climb to 100 miles, and may well be the first step to manned outer-space travel. With Reaction (1957 sales: $24 million) Thiokol expects to swell its sales as high as $75 million this year...
Saxophonist Mule chose for his debut program the works of two contemporary French composers-Jacques Ibert's Concertino da Camera and Henri Tomasi's Ballade. What the audience heard was an open, evenly controlled sound that could sing with a clean vibrato or a finely trimmed staccato, swell robustly and solidly with no trace of the breathy "air sound." Under Mule's scurrying fingers, the saxophone sometimes took on the quick sheen of strings, or the water-clear inflections of the flute, or the warm quality of the bassoon. Gone were the wah-wahs and wobbles...
...what he amiably called his "defective waterworks" broke down for the last time, and with breakdown came a "cerebral effusion." As all London's great hostesses and VIPs were "out of town" for Christmas, it was "a vast assemblage of writers and painters" that escorted the Great Swell to his chosen grave beside his infant daughter. The glowing obituaries ranked him with the literary Olympians, but his friends recalled that he had never cared for that company. "If Goethe is a god," Thackeray once said. "I'm sure I'd rather go to the other place...