Word: tip
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...characters ever to wear a U.S. uniform. In one scene, MacDermott is seen sitting in a booty-bulging castle, listening to stock exchange quotations, while his wife has her portrait painted. Upon hearing that timber prices are rising in England, the alert army wife gives the general a shrewd tip: "Have the Germans chop down their forests around the city and ship the wood to be sold in England. What have you been appointed a general for if you can't make...
Outside Looking In. On the right wing of U.S. Protestantism, the Fundamentalist American Council of Churches is the farthest tip. Most of its light and heat emanate from its dynamic founder, strapping Carl McIntire. Born 43 years ago in Ypsilanti, Mich., Carl McIntire became a minister in the Northern Presbyterian church. But his violent accusations of "modernism" and corruption against the leadership of his church soon earned him a painful formal expulsion from the Presbyterian fold. Ever since then, Carl McIntire has been on the outside looking in-and not liking much of what he sees...
...critic wondered if he could be considered a true painter at all. When Novelist Gertrude Stein once put that harsh question to him, Berard fell on his knees protesting, "Yes, oh, yes!" Last week, a Manhattan gallery staged a posthumous show of his portraits that helped to tip the decision a little in Bébé's favor...
Whenever she heard that a big corporation (e.g., Southwestern Bell Telephone or Monsanto Chemical) was due for a paint job, she went to the head man, but she made friends with the maintenance men, too. On a tip, she hustled to the McDonnell Aircraft plant and told President James McDonnell: "Jim, if you're going to paint, I think we can do the job better than anyone else." She did, concocting special shades christened "McDonnell maroon" and "banshee blue" (after the company's fighter plane...
This story should bother you. It worried other people enough so that they sent off to the New Yorker a record bundle of letters when the story first appeared last summer. The plot is an inordinately simple one, set in a narrow New England town; revealing it would tip one of the most persistently puzzling stories that has turned up in quite a while. Miss Jackson nimbly precipitates a commonplace situation into quiet mystery, then active horror. "The Lottery" is an allegory, and a fine one: it cuts too close to the heart of people and their customs...