Word: warmly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...their heads about the meaning-and some do. In a book published last week (Painting and Personality, University of Chicago; $10), Psychologists Rose Alschuler and La Berta Hattwick read some big meanings into little dabblings. Among them: emotionally well-adjusted little children incline to paint free, open forms, in warm colors. Unhappy ones often choose cold colors (especially black), paint tightly enclosed designs. Easygoing kids draw lots of curves; aggressive ones prefer straight lines. Children seem to connect blue with conscious control (most of them choose it for lettering), and red with their strongest feelings...
...lower slopes of the Green Mountains, the snow was almost gone. As the dazzling sun shone through the sugar bushes (maple groves), it glinted on some 3,000,000 tin buckets hanging on the grey trees. This week, as the weather turned warm, the groves tinkled with the "plunk plunkplunk plunkplink" of maple sap dropping into the buckets. "Dollars droppin'," Vermonters said, as they paused to listen. It was sugaring time...
...Vermont farmers harvested their great cash crop, they were characteristically gloomy about its size and the weather. (A good run requires frosty nights and warm days.) In his sugar house near Arlington, pink-cheeked old Clifford Mears grumbled: "There'll come a south wind and, by God, in a day it'll all be over. Dry up the spiles...
...could forget it for a while. The national debt was big, but it wouldn't explode; and the Russians, though annoying, would be busy rebuilding Minsk. He ordered an automobile, ate a steak, and waited irascibly for Better Conditions. But last week, as spring grudgingly began to warm the continent, he had reached a reluctant conclusion: things were probably as normal as they were ever going to get and he was still living in the same old world...
...over and began beating him on the back with a hymnbook. In a moment the crisis was over. As the solemn Requiem Mass swept sonorously on ("Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, rescue me from fires undying"), Dean Wheeler hurried out to don a new surplice. "I felt unusually warm," he explained later, "but I didn't know I was on fire until the Vicar beat...