Word: windedly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sevan: "I have seen the squint in [Macmillan's] soul." Macmillan himself, harking back to an old description of Hugh Gaitskell as "a desiccated calculating machine," gleefully cracked: "I still think he is rather desiccated, but his reputation as a calculator is gone with the wind. His promises are the gambler's last throw." "There have been a number of personal attacks on me," said Gaitskell, "but I don't complain." "I complain," Mrs. Gaitskell piped up. In his best parade-ground manner, Field Marshal Viscount Montgomery, no candidate but deep in the battle, barked: "Anybody...
...other half of the issue contains a verse play, called A Wind of Light, by Jonathan Revere, a Dunster House senior. It describes two shallow, dissolute Italian youths who are transformed into passionate tragic characters in a play they are acting out on a hot summer afternoon. The dialogue, though rough in many places is done with some skill and the illusion of the character transformation is reasonably effective. The vast, pseudo-profound generalizations in the tragedy sequence are not always successful, and a number of Revere's phrases (the title, for instance) though pleasant sounding, and even suggestive, have...
...Gang's All Here (by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee) has the authors of Inherit the Wind once again flipping back in U.S. history to the real life 19203, this time to Warren G. Harding under the name of Griffith P. Hastings. Their portrait is a largely familiar one of a genial poker-playing mediocrity who is hoisted into the White House. His cronies are crooks whom he turns into Cabinet members and on whose strong right claws he leans for support. At the end the authors portray a Harding who commits suicide,* but not until...
Dawn was still two hours away when the old man parked his Jeep and set off through the fields of wind-grass for the sea. On the rocky Massachusetts beach, he used a pebble to hone the three hooks hanging from a cigar-shaped yellow plug with a red nose. Then, peering out at the dark water from under his long-billed fisherman's cap, he began to cast. In gentle, precise rhythm, his rod whipped back and forth until he lifted a leathery thumb from the reel and the plug soared 190 ft. out into the Atlantic...
...J.P.L.'s men are dealing with forces and conditions no man had dreamed of only a few years ago. This week it unveiled a new wind tunnel that pushes the air at the fantastic rate of Mach 9 (6,670 m.p.h. at 32° F.). It will be used to test the shape of future rockets...