Word: warm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...friend of Hayes-Bickford well knows you must add or subtract one or two decibels from the continuous spiel of college theatre people, if you seek something akin to the ring of truth (that is). Whether you add or subtract largely depends on which way the warm wind blows; when a number of The Good Woman's company quit in desperation last week, the breeze ran swift and hot. My abacus lost track utterly, trying to keep count amid such blustery meteorology and all. You sometimes wonder why such a modest little show as this one should involve these higher...
November is the cruelest month on the Great Lakes. The icy winds from the north meet the warm, moist air from the south-and the clash brings wild gales that have torn apart scores of ships, killed thousands of people. Last week the 16,000 ton (d.w.t.), 623-ft. limestone carrier Carl D. Bradley died in Lake Michigan's cruel November...
Puerto Rico's warm sun (362 days yearly; 78° mean temperature, only 6° variation between summer and winter) alone had not melted the hotelmen; they had studied Puerto Rico's tourist prospects. In eleven years tourism has jumped sixfold to become Puerto Rico's third industry, with a $31 million annual volume -more than the tourist trade of all the South American countries combined...
Higher pay is one way to get more teachers. Another: spreading the truth that a teacher's bread is not dough alone. Last week the American Council on Education issued a warm little pamphlet (College Teaching As a Career) that allows three noted U.S. teachers to recruit in their own way-by describing the rich satisfactions they find in their work. Teaching rewards...
...brown clouds that brushed like a dark breath over the cheek of the softening mocha and amethyst horizon. The east slipped to peace amid a resentment of raddled colors, the sun dipped beneath the great lip of the earth's rim and the landscape dark as an ancient photograph, warm and old as the closed volume of its million passion years, sublimated into the uncomprehending and excellent excrescence of the pale poppy-seed dimension, timeless, in the hand of whatever great essence contains the world in the forests of his brows...