Word: wave
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Labor's sweep toward power continued to surge and boil across the land last week. Keeping in the van. rank & file motor workers set the week's keynote, showing by a fresh wave of sit-downs that they were getting out of their leaders' hands (see p. 20). In Wilmington, Del., a short-lived general strike called in support of striking truck drivers sent flying squads of unionists roving the city's streets, tossing bricks through windows of trolleys, busses, stores. In Albert Lea, Minn., retaliating for the smashing of picket lines and a tear...
Fever therapists are waiting for some industrial physicist to build a tiny radio tube which will emit a wave eight-tenths of a meter (31.2 in.) long at a frequency of 320 million cycles per second. Such radiation would heat only the patient's blood and not affect flesh or bone...
...increasing piles of cheaply printed books, bought by their owners for a few cents a volume plus coupons clipped from successive editions of their local newspapers. Having gotten rid of 14,000,000 cheap books up to last week, the number of U. S. newspapers participating in a new wave of premium circulation-getting passed the hundred mark. Most conspicuous recruit of the week was the "World's Greatest Newspaper," Colonel Robert Rutherford McCormick's lusty Chicago Tribune, which announced complete sets of Mark Twain at 33½? the volume plus six coupons. The same books were being...
...less observable indications of the same pattern but serve to mark the wavelike motion of life's force. Nearest that common readers can get to Virginia Woolf's prose meaning: human nature does not change, it only seems to, like the particles of water moved by a wave. Thus her characters are not so much individual people as aspects of human nature: human particles in the moving wave of time...
Analogies of the sea haunt Virginia Woolf: "As for the beauty of women, it is like the light on the sea, never constant to a single wave. They all have it; they all lose it. Now she is dull and thick as bacon; now transparent as a hanging glass." Virginia Woolf's novels are all attempts to answer the same inexhaustible question: What is the nature of life? "The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account...