Word: silvering
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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Declaration of War. The young Roman Catholic Irishman was destined to play a significant role in Utah journalism. From railroad clerking, John Francis Fitzpatrick went on to be secretary to another Irishman, Thomas Kearns, former U.S. Senator from Utah (1901-05) and millionaire silver miner. With a share of his fortune, Kearns bought the Tribune in 1913. After his death, Kearns's heirs named John Francis Fitzpatrick publisher of the Tribune...
...record Jesse Owens set in 1936. Fighting for second place, Army Lieut. Bo Roberson, 25. a former Cornell halfback, was trailing Russia's Igor Ter-Ovanesyan when he got off the greatest jump of his life on his last try to hit 26 ft. 7| in. for a silver medal. Watching his record broken by the two Americans. Owens cracked: "Well, there goes another old friend...
...crisis changes the army from guest to Gestapo. The Mashinka is quarantined; a grimly comic campaign is organized to fight the disease. Drohitzers who might have been exposed are rounded up and lodged in the Silver Hall, the mirror-lined banquet room of the Mashinka's most fashionable bordello. Confinement quickly erases the difference between whore and housewife, who come to share each other's concerns: a prim matron tries a striptease, the prostitutes study cake recipes. Eventually quarantine proves ineffective. The infection rages through Drohitz and the surrounding countryside and Ember, promoted from subaltern to Commissioner...
Hollow Laughter. In The Night of Time, Author Fü;p-Miller, an encyclopedic, Hungarian-born historian who teaches sociology at Manhattan's Hunter College, produced a soberly symbolic essay on the fatuity of war. Wider in scope, The Silver Bacchanal reveals man as an Absurd Animal, torn between hope and despair, ideal love and an insatiable lust. Fü;p-Miller's instrument of dissection is irony, e.g., the army's bureaucratic campaign against disease-carrying houseflies, in which the city is divided into sectors manned by bumbling brigades of swatters. But the laughter...
...also suffers from Fü;p-Miller's one-dimensional characterization: across a symbolic landscape, only sardonic Adam Ember (Hungarian for "man"') plods with recognizably human gait. But despite such weaknesses, The Silver Bacchanal is genuinely disturbing as a brutish vision of the dark cravings that often lurk beneath the thin texture of civilization...