Word: compasses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...handy 'rosary-counter,' [which] has a small dial with all fifteen mysteries. A moving needle points, compass-like, to each bead (or number, in this case) as you click the handy little red plastic button. So you're interrupted. Look! The needle stays loyally on the elusive bead. Not a mystery is allowed to slip through your fingers anymore...
...scoutmaster arrived. Instead, brisk, businesslike officials gave each man a number and a map. One by one, as the numbers were called, each man trotted off by himself, whipped out a small compass, lined up his map and raced into the tangled underbrush. For the next three hours, they pounded across rough, trackless terrain, climbed steep hills, forded icy streams, slogged through black swamps. Every couple of miles they passed through carefully spotted check points to prove that they were sticking to a prearranged course. If they read the maps well enough, were good enough woodsmen, and if their legs...
...that he has proved it by measuring the magnetism of ancient rocks. Both volcanic and sedimentary rocks, as they are formed, tend to become magnetized by the earth's magnetic field. Their magnetism, though very feeble, is parallel to the magnetic field that formed it, pointing like a compass needle toward the magnetic pole...
...never able to command such an aggregation, but several times he came close, notably in his most magnificent score, the Grande Messe des Morts (Requiem). That opus calls for a 210-member chorus, full symphony orchestra, four separate brass choirs (labeled according to the points of the compass), plus a battery of 16 kettledrums. Few of today's symphonies can afford to stage the work. At Tanglewood, Mass, last week, Charles Munch and the Boston Symphony Orchestra undertook the task, and the result was some of the loveliest (and loudest) music that ever echoed through the Berkshire hills...
Love at First Sight. It is true, says Emmanuel, that the American often presents a kind of freshness that the European student lacks, but "too many American students neglect the compass which history gives them for the sake of a personal approach to the classics . . . How quickly the American student makes friends with a book or a man and treats them as if they were his contemporaries! He hardly knows the background from which they arise. They surge out of his own mental world, haunt him, call forth in him an instantaneous and, frequently, a passionate reaction. A fortnight later...