Word: weirdly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Arthur Radford was bigger than his immediate job even when, as a Navy-struck youngster at an Annapolis prep school, he used to cut morning classes, rent a boat and head across the Severn to watch such naval-aviation pioneers as Jack Towers and Albert C. Read in their weird helmets and goggles, maneuvering Curtiss pushers through the bright Maryland sky. At the Naval Academy Arthur did well in the famous class of 1916 that produced more than 40 admirals and made such a hit at Academy hops that his class Lucky Bag terms him "a pink-cheeked Apollo." After...
Deep-Frozen Amplifier. Some theoretical physicists have no visible connection with practicality, but others who are just as erudite hope that "hardware" will eventually grow out of their bold thinking. Professor Malcolm W. Strandberg of M.I.T. bases his reasoning on the weird idea of temperatures below absolute zero. Such temperatures do not exist in the ordinary, tangible sense, but they help Dr. Strandberg think about phenomena strongly affected by temperature...
...show comes the overall impression that the only thing taboo in Joán Miró's weird world of pixilated fantasy and around the kiln in Barcelona is a deficient sense of humor...
...last week hysterically joined the weird posthumous cult of James Dean (TIME, Sept. 3), by featuring the late young actor on three shows and two networks. Harvest, starring Dorothy Gish and Ed Begley, reappeared on NBC's Robert Montgomery Presents; I'm a Fool, with Natalie Wood, on General Electric Theater (CBS); and The Unlighted Road was shown on CBS's Schlitz Playhouse of Stars for the third time. All three shows exploited the Dean legend for frankly commercial purposes. "He's hotter than anybody alive," cried one NBC executive. The pulse-takers backed...
...INSURGENTS, by Vercors (308 pp.; Harcourt, Brace; $3.95). The hero of this odd novel is a weird doctor-poet who puts himself in a state of suspended animation for the good of humanity, or so he thinks. Fiftyish and French but drenched in decadent German romanticism, Egmont no longer practices medicine or writes poetry, but takes drugs and drifts through rooms replete with twisted vines, oddly shaped chemical phials and stuffed animals. As he confides to a friend: "I wouldn't be so bored if someone explained to me what it was all about, here on this planet...