Word: belongs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...fashion gives way to fat, milady often assumes shapes and sizes that require all-too-little imagination. There is an answer for that, too: the tent shift, a sloping expanse of hopsacking, stretch fabric, burlap or denim that keeps her bulkiest problems right under the Big Top where they belong...
...East Germany have been to coexist with Communism. They have, for example, accepted the annual springtime Jugendweihe, a pagan parody of confirmation at which East German youths are enrolled as loyal children of the state. Now these Luther an and Calvinist churches, to which nearly all East Germans belong, are staking out a claim to freedom with a ten-point declaration of independence approved by their bishops at a closed-door synod meeting in Weissensee, a district of East Berlin. This policy statement is being compared to the scathing Barmen declaration of 1934, which was signed by 278 clerical leaders...
Most Harvardians like to buy what they can at the Harvard Cooperative Society because of the ten per cent discount allowed on cash purchases by members. (It costs $1 to belong.) The discount makes it pay to purchase many standard items there. The enthusiastic summer student can "veritas" himself to death from tee shirts to sweatshirts to martini glasses and bathmats. They still have a good selection of marked down bermudas ($4-$8) and summer sports shirts...
...apartment, Harry snarls at her: "Are ya tryin' to break up a home?" But mainly the dialogue is dull and dead. In the end, Harry is dead too, and gone to limbo, where he tries hopelessly to ignite the stage with a flaming speech: "I don't belong. I don't want to belong. I don't want to kill anybody to save the world. It's not my problem. I got bigger problems. I got personal problems." Someone...
From the outside, the small whitewashed house, surrounded by tiny birch and fir trees, looks as if it might belong to a mousy little spinster who would never do anything that would cause talk among the neighbors. But the house on the outskirts of Brussels belongs to Paul Delvaux, a grey-maned, sad-faced man of 65 who, next to René Magritte, is Belgium's top surrealist and can sometimes be seen standing in his studio wearing blue jeans and sandals, slowly filling a huge canvas with vacant-eyed female nudes. Against one wall stands...