Word: warmed
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Trout & Needlepoint. In his rare moments of repose. Beedle Smith was a warm man of catholic tastes. He was an admitted raconteur, a passionate hunter and trout fisherman (he made his own skillfully fashioned rods), a talented chess and bridge player, and a voracious reader who wolfed Rider Haggard and Joseph Conrad along with the military classics. He was also an unabashed needlepoint craftsman and the grower of prize roses. But it was his job, and especially his military job, that always absorbed him. His merciless schedule eventually broke Smith's health. Last week Beedle Smith died...
...contestants at Wichita needed thermals-columns of warm air-to stay aloft and they knew just how to find them. Towed to 2,000 ft. by powered aircraft, the sailplaners looked first for a "salad bowl"-a cluster of rising sailplanes already airborne and circling slowly, as if stirred by some giant ladle. Failing that, the entrants looked for the big cotton bolls of cumulus clouds-the typical sign of updrafts-or for wheeling hawks, those skillful natural riders of the wind. Having hooked a thermal, the sail-planers got from it every last inch of altitude, then drifted...
...warm and serene," said Father Vergis, and many fellow citizens are sure it will make Milwaukee famous...
...whole generation of British artists, bowing distantly to Paris, but taking more cues from New York, is achieving a specific British combination of emotion and sensibility. Sometimes the paintings evoke the grime of cities whose burdens are overpowering. At other times the warm freshness of nature overwhelms the painters' defenses, leaving a happy glow. The style tends to be neater and less vigorous than the American. More than fellow abstractionists elsewhere, the British acknowledge and reflect a debt to more conventional artists, such as the 19th century's Constable and Turner, and to contemporaries like Ben Nicholson...
...poems are personal-neither jeweled cenotaph nor mantic dispatches from a muse, but gifts of self. One reflects, while reading them (dropping a mental footnote to the chalkier conundrums of Pound and Eliot), how lightly the weight of their author's erudition bears down. Graves can write with warm wit, in Friday Night, of a meeting between Jove and Love...