Word: 18th
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ecumenism, it seemed a most reasonable proposition: that the Methodist Church of Great Britain, which began life as an 18th century reform movement within Anglicanism, should reunite with the Church of Eng land, which had injudiciously let the reformers go in the first place. Last week the Methodist Conference in Birmingham and the Anglican Convocations of Canterbury and York, meeting in Lon don, voted on the first stage of a two-step plan for union that the two churches had been working on for 13 years...
Hofer officially retired last year, but he maintain an office in the basement of the Houghton. In it is a cot, covered with a rug--"late 17th or early 18th century Imperial rug"--where he can rest. He has often slept nights there, where it is cool, when the weather outside has been hot. His office is cluttered with pieces of art, papers, photographs, small figures, and chests which he says are "all full of things...
...threaded through the crowds on his way to the 18th tee at the Champions Golf Club in Houston last week, a drowsy-looking man in a tangerine shirt was halted by a marshal and sternly told: "Get behind the ropes, fella." No, no, another marshal whispered. "Let him through. He's one of the players." Minutes later Orville Moody became the player. He skied an 8-iron shot onto the green, tapped to within 14 in. of the cup and, without bothering to line up the ball, sank his putt to win the 69th United States Open...
...trudged through the final round last week, he kept repeating a verse from Philippians: "I can do all things through Christ." Other contenders muttered less inspiring words. Al Geiberger rallied with a string of birdies but failed to sustain his charge. Bob Rosburg lost the lead on the 18th green when he blew a 4-ft. putt. Deane Beman, the leader after 36 holes, faded with rounds he described as "medium lousy...
Thereafter a war of the sexes set in of unparalleled intensity, out of which came one of the great war poems of all time: Brian Merriman's "Midnight Court," written in the late 18th century. In it, a beautiful young woman complains that the men won't marry her, but only have eyes for the rich old hags. An aging husband lashes back: the young girls are tarts, who will sleep with anyone and beggar a man to boot. Not so, screams the woman. A girl's a poor drudge, looking for a little pleasure between childbirths...