Word: belled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Will Understand." After the first few hours of private grief, boyish-looking Chuck Percy, 47, a devout Christian Scientist, weathered the ordeal with spartan composure. His life had been a classic tale of success-a rise from $12-a-week clerk to president of Bell & Howell Co. at 29, a millionaire at 40. But this was the second untimely death that had stricken his family. In 1947 his first wife, Jeanne (who was not a Christian Scientist), died of a violent reaction to drugs after a seemingly simple and successful operation. Percy married the former Loraine Guyer...
Percy had been labeled a long-odds underdog last winter when he resigned as board chairman of Bell & Howell to devote all his energies to the Senate race. His dynamic, articulate campaign since then had steadily propelled him ahead of aging Paul Douglas. The liberal Democrat's dignified but tired electioneering stirred little enthusiasm. His immovable stand in favor of open-housing legislation-a particularly explosive issue in Chicago-and his consistently pro-civil rights votes on Capitol Hill cost Douglas the support of many fearful whites. Against the advice of campaign aides, Percy has also come...
...BELL TELEPHONE HOUR (NBC, 6:30-7:30 p.m.). Composer Gian Carlo Menotti acts as a guide for a visit to last summer's "Festival of Two Worlds" at Spoleto, Italy...
...among his chief weapons. On a recent tour in Cleveland, Bing desperately wanted to persuade an exhausted Franco Corelli to substitute for an ailing tenor. He went to Corelli's hotel, got his room number, went upstairs, knelt in a prayerful attitude before the door and rang the bell. The door opened. A disheveled woman squawked in astonishment. Hmmm, wrong room. Begging her pardon, Bing dusted off his knees, strolled away, found the right room, knelt, rang the bell. Corelli could not turn him down...
...name was Dimitrio Tsafendas, and he wore the uniform of a parliamentary messenger, a job for which he had been hired only a month before. Tsafendas was obviously distraught. At lunch with his fellow messengers, he had hardly touched his curry, left early without explanation. Now, as the warning bell summoned the Members of Parliament to their seats for the opening of the session, he refused to run a routine errand requested by a local newsman. "I have something to do," he muttered. Then, with a six-inch dagger concealed in his right hand and two stilettos tucked...