Word: windowful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Looking out of her picture window one morning last week, Mrs. Morris Courington, wife of a Chicago merchandising executive, helplessly worried about the model suburban home going up across the street. "It just can't happen in Deerfield," she said. "It just can't." Like almost everybody else in Deerfield (pop. 10,000), a handsome, new North Shore suburb, June Courington was outraged by a homebuilder's plan to sell roughly one-fifth of an adjacent 51-home development to Negroes. That night her husband joined 600-odd other homeowners in a march on the town board...
...discovered that her name was Angela Mondini and that she too lived in Cremona, across the Po River from his café. Plunging wholeheartedly into the timeless rituals of Lombard courtship, Francesco promenaded beneath her window, cultivated her friends and relatives, encountered her "by chance" when she went strolling. Angela played her part by being good, like a signorina should. When they met, she would say politely, "Buon-giorno, Signor Ghizzoni" and coolly ignore his urgings to "call me Francesco." He asked for a date, and Angela refused. He sent her gifts. Angela returned them...
...story Palace of Science, showpiece of Moscow State University, catches the visitor's eye* as the Eiffel Tower does in Paris. A relic of Stalin's appetite for Victorian skyscrapers, it comes off as just what he intended: the biggest wedding cake in the store window of Soviet education. Next year five U.S. professors will discover what such education means. Last week Columbia University began looking for volunteers to teach at Moscow University in the first formal professorial exchange between the two countries. What are they...
...ranging all the way from Van Dyck's Portrait of Charles I and Tintoretto's Portrait of a Nobleman to such modern works as Karel Appel's Portrait of Count Basie, John Hultberg's From a Car and Richard Diebenkorn's Woman by a Window...
...really disturbing thing was that Dilworth couldn't be sure that Thursday breakfast had been omitted. He turned on his side to face the cracks in the wall, and watched intently as a black window spider crept slowly over the Dali. Somehow, it seemed to fit; it was right. The hands on the grandfather clock in the corner told Dilworth he had precious few minutes to resolve the question, for if breakfast was indeed being served, the dining hall would soon close...