Word: armes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...absorbed backward peoples in their midst. Marauding tribesmen inspire almost psychotic fear in Pakistani officers; India has been plagued with demands for self-determination by her half-civilized Nagas. Aboriginal tribes like Viet Nam's montagnards have virtually no voice in their central governments, occasionally take up arms in protest; they are now more loyal to the newly arrived American Special Forces advisers, who arm and pay them, than to the Saigon regime...
...fastballs the way he used to in the old Brooklyn days. Leftfielder Tommy Davis, whose batting average plummeted to .275 last year, was hitting like Babe Ruth in the Grapefruit League. Maury Wills was stealing every base in sight, tied down or not. And how about Sandy Koufax? "My arm feels perfect," proclaimed Lefthander Koufax, who celebrated by pitching two complete games and striking out 15. Bookmakers installed the Dodgers as 2-1 favorites to win the National League pennant...
...Florida last week, Koufax got up one morning to find that his left arm was stiff and swollen. General Manager Buzzie Bavasi packed him off to Los Angeles for X rays. The verdict: at 29 he has a "traumatic arthritic condition" in his pitching elbow that flares up under "repeated stress"-throwing a baseball, for instance. Koufax cannot pitch the Dodgers' season opener, and there is no telling when he will be back in action-if at all. There is, of course, no cure for arthritis. Said Bavasi: "I am resetting the club right now, with the idea that...
...marchers led by two Nobel Peace prizewinners-the Rev. Martin Luther King and Ralph Bunche, now U.N. Under Secretary for Special Political Affairs. In the procession, whites and Negroes, clergymen and beatniks, old and young, walked side by side. There was a blind man from Atlanta on the arm of his 64-year-old mother. There was a one-legged man from Michigan swinging along on crutches (from the sidelines, white hecklers kept calling out in parade cadence: "Left, left, left"). There was a nun from Kansas City who trudged grimly along while rednecks hooted gibes about her vows...
...afternoon however difficult the moment, however frustrating the hour, it will not be long because truth pressed to earth will rise again. How long? Not long, because no lie can live forever. How long? Not long, because you still reap what you sow. How long? Not long, because the arm of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice." In a concluding crescendo he boomed out the words of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, shouting "Glory hallelujah! Glory hallelujah! Glory hallelujah! Glory hallelujah...