Word: playground
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Into the Sandbox. The Freinet method was an outstanding flop. Pupils had to memorize whole words without any training in the alphabet, figure arithmetic problems without first handling numbers from one to nine. Any confused youngster was free to head for the playground. Shrugged one demoralized teacher: "Instead of struggling with their work, they jump into the sandbox...
Coaxed outside by a squad of doorbell pushers, some four dozen of the flat-dwelling workers, wives and children watched in a light drizzle as a team of men and women hauled a sizable rubber-tired cart into position at one end of the playground. Quickly the cart pullers-parishioners of nearby St. Philip's Church-set up three canvas walls (painted to resemble an East End living room) on the rough-planked cart, tapped a nearby flat for electricity to operate the homemade floodlights. Then the bell swinger-Father Oswald, Anglican priest in charge of St. Philip...
...reminiscent tournament traveler. "I remember you could get fish and chips for 15? and soda at 5? a quart. And there were sweet potatoes-we called 'em 'mickeys'-that we cooked at a fire over milk crates. We'd climb over the fence to a playground and we'd swing way up, two on a swing. And we'd sneak in the movies. If there was any poverty, I wasn't aware of it. How could you think of it when you could get soda for five cents...
Last week, as Disneyland celebrated its second birthday, Walt Disney was indeed the world's biggest boy with the world's biggest toy. By bus, car and helicopter, on anniversary day close to 25,000 visitors trooped to his 60-acre playground at Anaheim, 23 miles south of Los Angeles -and emptied their pockets to see how it worked. The average visitor plunked down $2.72 for rides and admission, $2 for food, another 18? for souvenirs-Disneyland pennants, maps, Donald Duck caps, etc. All told this year, with attendance running 11% ahead of 1956, the turnstiles will clink...
...began to crawl over Diana's bedroom ceiling ("Can you get DTs when you're only thirty?"). A heart attack carried off husband Bob, leaving Diana at the mercy of strong-minded Dan Freeman, her summer-stock leading man. Dan led Diana to a children's playground, murmured: "Come on, baby, sit in the swing . . . You're a sick girl. Diana . . . You are going to get to God." Instead. Diana found Dan massaging her back, crooning gently: "Ei-lu-lu, Bab-en-u. Ei-lu-lu-lu-lu. Baby"-an old lullaby his mother used...