Word: wildes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...million annually, then revised upwards an additional ?61 million by the time the plan went into effect last July. Now, eight months later, Health Minister Aneurin ("Nye") Bevan announced that the Health Service would need ?58,455,000 more than its budget had planned. Thundered Winston Churchill: "Grossest carelessness . . . wild miscalculations...
...boxer, a good-natured brute of a dog, was bred in central Europe in the 15th Century to whip its weight in wild boars. In the U.S., until recently, boxers were as rare as giraffes. Even 16 years ago, says one breeder, "you could lead all the boxers in the country into Times Square, say 'scat,' and they'd have been out of sight in the flick of your finger." Now, still good-natured but also smartly fashionable, some 75,000 boxers (costing up to $5,000 per pup) are on leash in the 48 states...
Missing Models. By 1914 they had quarreled. Picasso went his wild way; Braque stuck with cubism. Over the years Braque's paintings grew simpler and subtler, his cubes melted and merged. Where his predominantly low-keyed palette had given even his landscapes a stuffy, indoor look, he came to use flashes of fresh color. His compositions looked fragile as a house of cards, but being perfectly balanced they stood...
This picture is packed. It's got everything but a wild west chase. The story of a British psychiatrist who can't solve his own problems, "Mine Own Executioner" bonsts a murder, a suicide on a tenth-floor ledge, a hair-raising ladder climb, a schizophrenic, a plane going down in flames, a sinister Luger, Japanese torturers, truth serums, a to-the-rescue courtroom exoneration, and a little boy whose gap-toothed, trusting grin sets everything right in a fogless London...
...stories, "Nobody Here is Quite Game Enough," is the most memorable though neither the best written nor the most humorous. It tells about a wild chase two fellows make up and down the Eastern Seaboard attending parties held the same day but several hundred miles apart. Another story, "Banker's Holiday," is a suspiciously whimsical piece for the Lampoon. I say 'suspiciously' because I was expecting some dirty little hoax at the conclusion, but the author maintains the fantasy through the ending, and, except for its length and occasional awkwardness of diction ("Tom began to laugh. 'Oh hell,' he choked...