Word: ancestors
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...racks of three, and life was a reasonable approximation of a Roman galley. But all that has changed. Last week, on the fir-fringed shore of Puget Sound, the Navy proudly unveiled the IFS- I (Inshore Fire Support Ship), a ship that combines all the striking power of its ancestor, the LSMR, with a new concept of life afloat...
...unnerving encounter with the Astarte Missionary Society-hundreds of wide-awake young girls who live in tiny pavilions in the Garden of Love and hold intimate midnight conversations behind closed curtains with prospective converts. It becomes increasingly clear that the worship of Astarte (Hollywood version) is the direct ancestor of present-day burlesque: High Priestess Lana, wearing as few beads as the Production Code, will permit, promenades along a runway above her audience, using every classic nuance of the stripteaser's hesitation walk while, as comedy relief, High Priest Louis Calhern lurches onstage in a funny hat and baggy...
...midst of the battle which briefly raged last month between Winthrop and Leverett House, a forty year old dormitory named Gore Hall gained fleeting public fame. Probably few of the contestants knew that the cause of the controversy had an ancestor also named Gore Hall. For eighty overcrowded years, it was the Harvard University Library...
Another man might have kept his shame to himself. Not Gaston. He not only told his wife and family; he insisted that something be done to offset his ancestor's shame-perhaps outfit a boat and attack an English yacht in sight of a Riviera crowd. His relatives were understanding but unmoved. Perhaps, said Gaston's brother, he could arrange to have his small son lick a British youngster his own age. Poor Gaston went to his favorite café and, with the help of his favorite muscatel, began morosely to imagine every detail of his historic disgrace...
Almost Real. Meticulously, Novelist Basso examines the town's tribal customs, ancestor worship and social strata on the other side of the railroad tracks. New Orleans-born "Ham" Basso has done a thorough job of reconstruction. His town is like one of those skillfully done scale models seen in Christmas shop windows, of which people exclaim: "My, it almost looks real!" The trouble is that nothing very interesting or moving happens in the town. There is neither humor nor tragedy in Pompey's rather empty Head-not even a good hangover...