Word: botheration
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...when the National Assembly duly mowed down Socialist Guy Mollet by a vote of 290 to 227, and the French national radio did not even bother to stay on the air to announce the result. But it was also the fifth week of the crisis. Irritably, conscientious President René Coty, 75, summoned his confidential aide, barked: "I want a man tonight. Get me Felix Gaillard...
Often enough the importer does not bother to import the radios-he has them intercepted in Bangkok and sold at still higher profits. Sometimes the radios really reach Laos (marked with the universally recognized symbol of clasped hands in front of a U.S. flag). But before Laos' primitive customs guards can catch up and impose an import tax, the radios are smuggled back across the Mekong River and shipped into Bangkok for sale at handsome profits. Laotian officials, either out of confusion or collusion, have granted orders for some items that seem of questionable utility in a country that...
...learned by long experience to expect occasional repairs, few appliancemakers emphasize the question of service. Even so, say repairmen, the public usually brings much of the trouble on itself. Some 30% of all service calls are "nuisance" calls, such as explaining the operation of appliances to people who never bother to read the instructions, and argue, as did one Washington matron: "Why should I? I know how to run these things without reading about them." In New Orleans a housewife phoned angrily that her new freezer was defrosting; the repairman found it was unplugged. In Maple Shade, NJ. an infuriated...
...crowd scrambled back onto the front lawn and porch of a private home, screaming protests that the soldiers had no right to bother them there. The paratroopers came on, moved up the porch steps, began pushing people off. A Missouri Pacific switchman named C. E. Blake, for days one of the most vocal of the agitators around Central High ("I advocate violence"), grabbed for a rifle, pulled a paratrooper to the ground with him. Another trooper reversed his rifle, smashed its butt against Blake's head. Blake, blood streaming from a shallow scalp wound, scuttled away, shouting to newsmen...
...takes little pathfinding skill to find the Lawson Academy of Fine Arts. As the advertisements say, its studios are "above Harvard Pro," a scant flight of stairs away from the bottles and crates of Cambridge's thriving liquor outlet. This fact doesn't seem to bother either the artists or Lawson Mooney, their instructor, however, and the trim little rooms on the second floor are spiritually removed from the bustle of Mount Auburn Street...