Word: acceptance
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Democratic candidate for governor of California . . . TIME [Sept. 26] published a spiteful and wholly false story . . . Obviously, I would be, and was, invited by the chairman of this $100 Democratic dinner to sit at the head table; being obliged to leave by plane for Los Angeles . . . I could not accept; before leaving, I went to the head table to explain my departure to our distinguished guests; thereafter, the toastmaster, in his general introductions, referred first to me and explained my absence...
...flyers in violation of the Korean armistice agreement. We had the power to take prompt and overwhelming reprisals. We did not do so, but relied upon the United Nations to bring moral pressures into play. Now all 15 are free and home. We hope that the Chinese Communists will accept for themselves this 'renunciation of force' principle. Until now, they have largely lived by the sword. But perhaps they are now beginning to see that persistence in the use of force will surely bring disaster...
Albert B. Levin '56, Council President, said the group's executive committee would try to meet with Dean Bundy today to re-open the parietal rules issue. By a 7 to 5 vote, the Council had decided to "accept the petition as a valid manifestation of student sentiment" and "to endorse the petition and accept the responsibility for presenting it to the proper authorities...
Moose & Caribou. When Patty first went to the new campus 90 miles south of the Arctic Circle, it hardly seemed the sort of place to accept any type of challenge. It was called the Alaska College of Agriculture and School of Mines. It had six professors, six students, one building. Moose and caribou wandered freely about; foxes raided the garbage pails; the desks were made of packing cases. But somehow, under the leadership of President Charles Bunnell, the campus grew. One reason: Ernest Patty's School of Mines...
...many readers. It shows, once again, what a superb and poetically accurate work is T. S. Eliot's Murder in the Cathedral, with its far nobler picture of a man who had put aside ambition-even spiritual ambition-and found a faith so strong that he could joyfully accept death as its price: I have had a tremor of bliss, a wink of heaven, a whisper, And I would no longer be denied; all things Proceed to a joyful consummation...