Word: blame
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...talks with U.S. businessmen that Mikoyan worked hardest to sell his theme. Weaving wit with bluntness that sometimes bordered on confession ("Solomon would probably split the blame for the cold war down the mid dle"), he entranced his listeners. He heaped praise on American business, chirped, with a twinkle, that Ford and General Motors enjoy just the same kind of peaceful coexistence that Russia wants with...
...pound.) To the rest of Europe's politicians and money managers, the fact that their nations had at last begun to move toward full convertibility was a source of pride and new hope. Glowed "the engineer of the West German miracle," rotund Economics Minister Ludwig Erhard: "Who will blame me for feeling deep personal satisfaction? After all, it was I who eight years ago in a world of destruction, disorder and disbelief called for convertibility. What did I get? Mockery and scorn. Yet of all conceivable forms of integration in the free world, free convertibility of currencies...
There have been troubles too. Kentucky's 1952-53 team was banned from N.C.A.A. play on charges that Rupp knowingly used ineligible players, condoned cash payments to his stars. But Kentucky did not blame the Baron, in fact gave him a vote of confidence...
...increased farm production. These comparisons (see below) gave a truer picture of how far Khrushchev really is from equaling the U.S., and how harshly he must clamp down if he would close the gap. He found it necessary to increase his menaces against the "antiparty" group, and to blame them for the defects in Soviet planning. Molotov, Kaganovich and Malenkov, by opposing his virgin lands development, gave him a beautiful issue on which he can and does skewer them...
Bang, Bang, Bang. Tammy Grimes-because of her disheveled appearance sometimes known as Grimy Tams-insists that "nightclub singing is the hardest thing in the world to do." She makes it sound like the easiest, as she concocts a wistful chant out of Oscar Levant's Blame It on my Youth, throbs through Limehouse Blues, races with a fine, light lilt through The Springtime Cometh, a take-off an old English madrigal ("Gaily skippeth, nylon rippeth, zipper zippeth, whoop-de-do, which is to say, the springtime cometh"). For Cole Porter's urbane lyrics, her precise, finishing-school...