Word: vastness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...house next door for his daughter. In the old days it took 25 to 30 servants to staff the mansion. They worked in a big kitchen that was white-tiled to the ceiling, waited on Steelmaker Carnegie and his guests in the walnut-paneled library, took care of the vast heating plant. In the basement there is still a mining car, with its own track and turntable, to take coal from the bunker to the stoking floor. On cold days, it took a ton and a half of coal to heat the place...
...homes tonight but. . . you and your liberties are again standing at Valley Forge." The liberal St. Louis Post-Dispatch said of the plan: "The sooner it is enacted . . . the more soundly the nation can sleep at night." But wakeful Winchell repeated the cry of "Wall Street," and told his vast radio audience: "Demand that your Congressman send you the cross-examinations of Secretary Forrestal when his Wall Street firm was under investigation...
Other papers editorialized the same way, not only in France, but in Belgium, Switzerland and, to a lesser degree, in The Netherlands. Their common sentiment: the vast majority of people feel an angry urge to be rid of war scares; they hope for a renewed conciliatory gesture...
Many a modern student of art who wandered into Manhattan's Whitney Museum last week smiled patronizingly at what he saw. On the walls were more than a hundred paintings and drawings by an almost forgotten U.S. landscapist named Thomas Cole. His worst pictures were vast neo-classical allegories done after he had become famous and made the Grand Tour of Europe. His best were meticulous and tender souvenirs of walking trips through the Catskills, the White Mountains and the old Northwest Territory, sometimes embellished with a log cabin, a lone hunter, or a circle of Indian braves. Under...
Unlike his fireballing predecessor, the late William S. Knudsen, C.E. hates to make snap decisions, likes to sleep on the hard ones. He seldom relaxes. When he does, he likes to tell stories from his vast fund of them, though his wife Jessie sometimes protests: "Oh Erwin, not that one again!" One of his favorites is about two Englishwomen who were being chauffeur-driven around Detroit in a G.M. limousine. Someone touched a hydraulic window-lift button by mistake, and the glass partition dropped, letting in a blast of air that billowed up the guests' skirts. "Gracious!" cried...