Word: ranging
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When the telephone rang in the six-room walkup apartment of Mr. & Mrs. Benjamin Cohen of The Bronx, Mrs. Cohen, a 42-year-old grandmother, lifted the receiver. Carefully she answered the three questions put to her by the man at the other end of the line. At that point, Mrs. Cohen walked into pandemonium. She had hit the $28,000 jackpot on CBS's Sing It Again giveaway program...
...examples: one Social Studies class in San Jose took up the topic of elections. The students, reading about the low numbers of registered voters in their town, went out, rang doorbells, and played a part in increasing the registrations for the November 1948 elections by 4,000. An English class in Fortuna. fascinated by the building of a new dam in their county, interviewed engineers, studied blueprints, took pictures, and wrote and sold a magazine article on their experience. In San Diego, a science teacher said...
...small "art" theater specializing in upperbrow films for upperbrow audiences. The word was originally used to suggest that every seat is sure to be filled. A skeptical Hollywood crack favors another interpretation: whenever you go, you are sure to get a seat. Last week the Hollywood joke rang hollow; having grown in a year from 226 to 270, U.S. sureseaters were booming. Symptoms...
Cheers for Honneybun. Last week they got both. As wedding bells rang out for royalty once again, sentimental London celebrated as it can only when romance is coupled with propriety. Two months ago King George VI, in answer (it was said) to the pleas of his sister, the Princess Royal, had granted permission for her music critic son, George Henry Hubert Lascelles, 7th Earl of Harewood, to marry pretty Marion Stein, whose father fled from Vienna in 1938 because he was part Jewish. On their wedding day last week, well-wishers by the thousands thronged the streets outside St. James...
Margaret Clapp did not guess why the trustees were there, or why they stayed for lunch with her. That night she rode home on the subway, as usual, to her Greenwich Village walk-up and thought no more about it. But some time later her telephone rang. It was Edward Weeks editor of the Atlantic Monthly, also a Wellesley trustee. Would Miss Clapp have dinner with him? By this time, Miss Clapp had a good idea of what was up. Over brook trout and a bottle of wine at the Ritz-Carlton, Weeks began to ask questions. "Do you sleep...