Word: humbler
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...scars of bomb destruction. The crowds that haggle over prices in Tokyo's Shimbashi market are only slightly better dressed than they were four years ago. High priced Tokyo shops sell "fancy silk ties, brocade purses and delicate chinaware, but few can afford them. The Ginza's humbler stalls have stacks of hardware and kitchen utensils, but still at soaring black-market prices. Chubby new autos (toyoda toyopetto, or "pet cars") chug along streets once monopolized by occupation vehicles-but most Japanese still wait in dreary queues for rickety buses...
...state at the Dream House. The U.S. Senate will pay for his funeral. Mississippi's Governor Fielding Wright, Senator James 0. Eastland, five Congressmen, scores of state officials, crowded into the Juniper Grove Baptist Church (built with Bilbo's donations) to attend the services. Five thousand humbler folk stood outside in the churchyard and listened to the services via loudspeakers...
...hallowed ground came humbler things, too. The ruins of an old Greek drugstore had urns marked "purgative" and "wine "wine sweetened sweetened with honey." A fragment of pottery (which the Greeks used as scratch paper) bore the curt instruction: "Leave the saw under the threshold." The diggers have already figured out how the Acropolis (citadel) of Athens looked at various periods of history, and have even built models (see cut}. But there is still much work to be done in and under the Agora. The diggers think that they have chores to keep them busy for the next...
...however, no village is too remote. North & south where no road leads and no Christian Democrat cares to venture, the Communists are on hand to persuade, threaten or cajole with promises of worldly salvation. Last week, from Rome, TIME Correspondent Emmet Hughes cabled a revealing glimpse of the way humbler party officials work their wonders in two little towns...
...story has been told many times, and more dramatically, but seldom with more balanced compassion or gentler insight. The Bulwark's closing chapters, in which Solon Barnes realizes what his good intentions have wrought, and is battered into a simpler, humbler kind of religious understanding, are of a searching, level, melancholy beauty which cannot be expected of any living American writer...