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Word: victorians (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Farragut, fabulous admiral, lashed to the mast in Mobile Bay: "Damn the torpedoes! Go ahead." Back of the epic lines echo the epic songs: Battle Hymn of the Republic, Maryland, My Maryland, Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Dixie, Marching Through Georgia, Tenting Tonight, and, most popular of all, a tender Victorian love song called Lorena...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Civil War: On Memorial Day the Memory Is Alive & Vital | 6/4/1956 | See Source »

Died. Sir Max Beerbohm, 83, dumpling-shaped British wit, drama critic (The Saturday Review), caricaturist and satirist (Zuleika Dobson), last of the Victorian elegants; in Rapallo, Italy. One of literature's most modest, sparing and delicate talents, "the incomparable Max," as Shaw called him, belonged to an age of posturing geniuses and aesthetes (Burne-Jones, the Rossettis, Swinburne, Whistler, Oscar Wilde), was one of them but not one with them. With a few deft strokes of his caricaturist's drawing pen, he could put the lucubrations of a giant into gnat's perspective and keep the world...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, may 28, 1956 | 5/28/1956 | See Source »

With this novel, Dr. A. J. Cronin proves himself the greatest living practitioner of the Victorian novel. The hero is that Mauve Decade martyr, the unconventional artist struggling hopelessly for recognition from a conventional world. Its "bohemian" artists and its fusty gentry are furnished forth with stock-company props and costumes dragged from literature's dustiest attic, and Physician Cronin uses every cliche of this oft-told tale with the almost touching innocence of new discovery, right down to the mustiest of them all-the notion that a man cannot possibly be a genuine genius unless he starves...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: All for Art | 5/21/1956 | See Source »

...that's a hell of a note, thought Dr. Milton Krop, as he read it. The note was certainly not what he had expected to find when he made a routine call at the "Haunted House," a Victorian horror in Jackson Heights, on the Long Island reaches of New York City, where old Mrs. Folsom lived with her daughter. He stared at the bottle marked Poison that he clutched in one hand, and then at the terrified young woman whose wrist he held firmly in the other. The bottle, as the doctor had reason to know, contained a placebo...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: How Awful It Is to Be Milt | 5/7/1956 | See Source »

...Solemn Moment. By now around the world, great leagues of newsprint sought to bestir readers with a picture of the great events, painted in shades ranging from the jaded blue notes of burlesque to the cloying clichés of a Victorian novelette. London's Daily Express front-paged the news that the American radio sponsor for the wedding broadcast was the Peter Pan brassière company. Saloon-Gossipist Earl Wilson informed his readers that "Rainier and Grace were real smoochy at the party for bridesmaids." Other reporters, sending out breathless bulletins, had a hard time agreeing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MONACO: Moon Over Monte Carlo | 4/30/1956 | See Source »

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