Word: barred
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...than six months ago, workers were suddenly anxious to hold on to the jobs they had. Not because they were broke, but because they were worried, people were postponing big purchases, cutting down sharply on luxuries. Mourned a Los Angeles night-owner as he cast an eye over empty bar stools: "I guess I'll have to trim the $2 cover charge. Six months ago it didn't to make any difference. Now people are too uncertain to spend dough." The U.S. public seemed more worried about the economy than during the 1953-54 recession. Consumers are deeper...
...world possible?" So asked Roscoe Pound, 87, dean from 1916 to 1936 of Harvard Law School and still a dean among U.S. legal scholars, at a Brooklyn Bar Association meeting last week. His answer: not only is a law of the world possible, but it will probably precede any sort of sense-making world state. Tossing aside his 7,000-word manuscript, Dean Pound went on to deliver it practically verbatim from memory, was interrupted only once, when he was offered-and spurned-a chance to speak from his chair. From the first "crude attempts" at organized social control...
...worth of special accessories for President Marcos Perez Jimenez. At the push of a button, the 'two leather-upholstered chairs buzz back into a lounging position. In the rear of the front seat are a 17-inch television set, a high-fidelity tape recorder, and a small bar (four glasses, two bottles). A telephone system will permit the President to talk to his aide up front without the chauffeur's listening in, or (by shortwave radio) to the presidential palace and army headquarters. A weapons compartment will hold two submachine guns...
Russell dropped his cigar into an ashtray, and donned his wide-brimmed gray fedora for the trip from the Commander Bar to the dining room...
Looking a bit pasty and sallow after a 600-mile flight from Cleveland, Russell was sitting at a small, littered table in the half-darkened cocktail bar of the Hotel Commander, drinking beer with a few reporters. It seemed obvious that The Big Man was marking time, waiting. Somewhat nervously, for something explainable important to him: a small dinner party with Professor Samuel H. Beer, chairman of the Government Department...