Word: approach
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This is to express my gratitude for a beautiful piece of writing-the review of Death of a Man. It is more than a review. It is a brilliant indictment of a hollow, barren approach to courage. I have reread it until I am convinced that it is perfect
...radical approach of calling a halt to the perpetual merry-go-round that surprises the economists. The present method of circular borrowing-to-repay-borrowing would probably accomplish almost equivalent results to those of the new scheme, which is, in essence, to stop all borrowing and repayment...
...playing between acts, the music even made the commercials fairly tolerable. But it was no cure for Oscar Hammerstein II's script, which kept shifting uneasily between the sentimental and the sophisticated, and making each seem lamer than the other. The modern approach produced a down-to-earth skeptic of a Godmother (Edith Adams) with sequined eyelids and, for a magic wand, a drum major's baton. The attempt at innocent fairy-tale enchantment was sometimes harder to take: one interminable lovers' dialogue consisted of stilted inanities that sounded like a whole musicom-edy's worth...
Once he made up his mind, Doug couldn't seem to do the job fast enough. While Snead strolled along playing just-under-par golf, Doug Ford all but ran from tee to green. His flat, awkward swing whipped out short, straight drives. His approach shots were dead to the pin. His putter rarely missed. On the 15th his drive left him a 245-yd. carry over water to the green. "Mistuh Ford." said his caddy, "you better play it safe." "The hell I will, boy," said Ford. He swung his spoon, made the green and holed...
...still flirting with par, but behind Ford's hot-handed game, par was not going to be good enough. Doug Ford shot not a single bogey; he had five birdies on his scorecard when he stepped to the 18th tee. His drive was straight, but he found his approach shot buried all but out of sight in a green-protecting trap. Now, if ever, he had an excuse to change his pace, to slow down and study his lie. He knew better. He walked into the sand, barely looked at the ball before he swung his wedge...