Word: exhausted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...golden ears in exhaust fumes, cocktail onions.and punched commuters' tickets, cornfed Author Richard Bissell, who came east from Iowa to write the smash Broadway hit Pajama Game, decided to abandon Connecticut's exurbian lotus groves, take a summer's furlough in his native Dubuque. His reason: "The East seems to have a corner on the phony market. These characters are afraid they might be caught not knowing something. Some of these advertising guys-real phonies-would be better off running a gas station. You've got people going to the theater here simply because they ought...
Idea Man. In Buffalo, Michael P. Gorman, who was bothered, along with other mail handlers, by exhaust fumes from post-office delivery trucks at a loading platform, won a certificate of merit and $12.50 for his suggested solution: turn off the motors...
...front of the pack. Now, for the first time, he began to worry. A veteran of eleven unsuccessful attempts at the "big spin in the brick-yard," Sam had planned to steal some time by making only two pit stops in his light, low-slung Belond Exhaust Special. He had already made them, and he could not be sure whether his latest set of tires would last till the finish. He was less than a lap ahead of the second racer. Should he crowd his luck, or bet on the speed and skill of his pit crew...
Hank's Belond, named for a sponsor, Exhaust-Pipe Maker Sandy Belond, was one of the lightest and lowest cars in the race. George Salih, the California engineer who designed the car, was a conformist only in his choice of engine. (He used the same four-cylinder Meyer-Drake Offenhauser that powered every car in the race except the two V-8 Novi Specials.) Under the Belond's yellow skin, the time-tested Offy engine was laid on its side. In its unusual mount, the Offy not only ran cooler, it gave the car a sleek, slanted profile...
Picasso works to exhaust a subject, not to beautify it. "I have a horror of something finished," he says. "Death is final. A revolver shot finishes off. The not completely achieved is life." Beauty, as the world knows it, has long since ceased to interest him. "What is the beautiful?" he exclaims. "One must speak of problems in painting!" Such rumblings give the art world warning that the volcano is still alive, may erupt again before the world's astonished eyes. The most demanding commission of his career is now directly ahead of him-a huge mural for Paris...