Word: turned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Then one day while waiting my turn for a fast trim at the barber's, I picked up the June 1 issue of TIME and read the following article in MISCELLANY...
Franklin to Theodore. Liberal Schlesinger has predictable contempt for the Eisenhower Administration ("The nation is at last coming out of the Eisenhower trance"), but, seeking a clue to the nature of the upcoming liberal wave, he chose a surprising point of reference. Democrats would do well, he wrote, to turn back, not to Franklin Roosevelt or Woodrow Wilson for the answer, but to the turn of the century and Theodore Roosevelt, a Republican...
...life of the big cities, The Netherlands is still dotted with some of the world's dourest Calvinist communities. Among its grimmest is the former islet of Urk (pop. 5,500), a fishing village on the Zuider Zee. On Sundays, Urkers still separate their hens from the roosters, turn their paintings to the wall, read only one book (the Bible), take only one processional walk (to church). Doing anything else is sinful. For years life in Urk was pretty routine, and the town constable's daily report invariably read: "Nothing has happened." That was before Urk ceased...
...dead at the jukeboxes. His voice, when it can be heard at all over the artful work of his accompanying musicians and the studio sound engineers, suggests mournfully that he is trying to imitate every rock-'n'-roller on record. Yet the noise sells. His rendition of Turn Me Loose was high on the charts for weeks, sold more than three-quarters of a million copies. Tiger, his latest, a song that Columnist John Crosby observes is "enormously improved by total unintelligibility," is climbing fast. Its popularity helps 16-year-old Fabian earn...
...touch of Renoir. Within a year he is in Paris, painting his broad-hipped housemaid by day, panting for her by night. But the late-blooming bohemian's idyl is broken by Edith, who shows up to buy a painting and promptly recognizes the lamster. Will he turn worm and let himself be stuffed back into a boiled shirt? Not, the reader can bet his burnt sienna, until expatriate geniuses drink Pepsi-Cola instead of Pernod. For wives, the moral is clear: if a husband begins to doodle, draw your own conclusions...