Word: graveyard
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Biographer St. Johns reports, Builder Eaton still has one foot in the graveyard. He takes a paternal interest in some 900 well-paid employees and issues periodic denunciations of other cemeteries, which, as a Forest Lawn Art Guide once put it, "cry out men's utter hopelessness in the face of death." To this statement Novelist Waugh somewhat tartly replied that "by far the commonest feature of other graveyards is still the Cross, a symbol in which previous generations have found more Life and Hope than in the most elaborately watered evergreen shrub...
...came a 1,100-lb. bomb, a German dud from World War II. Within minutes, the Royal Engineers' Bomb Disposal Unit at Horsham, Sussex was racing to the rescue. A few hours later, all was clear again. The bomb was expertly defused and trucked off to a bomb graveyard where the explosive filling could be steamed out in safety -at least for Kent's homeowners...
...million. Says one associate proudly: "We keep plussing things." This year's plusses: a $1,500,000 miniature Matterhorn, 146½ ft. tall, complete with bobsleds and "glacier grottoes"; eight "authentic, air-conditioned submarines" (cost: $65,000 each) to carry passengers past the lost continent of Atlantis; a graveyard of sunken ships; a miniature polar icecap; the first operable monorail system in the U.S., built at a cost of $1,300,000. The investment seems well worthwhile: in fiscal 1959, Disneyland expects some 4,600,000 customers...
...Harvard of his dreams. The authors of these articles even have a tendency to repeat themselves: "a tweed jacket, a bottle of Scotch, and a copy of Eliot's poetry" (p. 43); "Scotch, tweed, Eliot (House?) were the parameters" (p. 53); "hurried up Mass. Ave. toward the graveyard at the corner of Garden" (p. 47); "up to the small graveyard at the corner of Garden Street" (p. 146). The only two really rewarding parts of the "Atmosphere" section are Richard H. Seder's long, but very readable and, I found, rather moving poem on the frustrations of communicating love...
Maxon's creed: "'Museum' is no synonym for 'graveyard,' 'antique shop' or 'warehouse.' Personally, I believe that the museum must show its treasures with awareness of salesmanship and showmanship which is evident in a first-rate shop window or a Broadway show." Last week the new boss briskly proposed some changes for Chicago: "I hope some time to restore chronological sequence in the displays, and I should like to re-establish the American wing. Also I want to have two galleries devoted to Chicago art. We have an obligation...