Word: breasts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Manhattan's Communist Daily Worker had done it again. Teetering on a party line that is constantly being re-rigged by Moscow, it had slipped, right in front of all 63,000 of its Sunday readers. Last week, it printed a notable example of the crawling, breast-beating apology that the party expects of authors, artists, scientists, musicians and even sportwriters (TIME, Jan. 9) who are caught straying from the Kremlin's innermost thoughts...
...bishop. To the bishop's chancellor, pale, large-cheeked Francesco Troili, she shouted: "What's this about moving and smashing and substituting the reliquary without the people's consent?" Troili answered: "Who are you to question the bishop's decisions?" Pounding her breast, Lea wailed: "That's dictatorship...
...recalls tall (5 ft. 10 in.), grey-eyed Mrs Newton, "that I insisted on trying it. Anc I succeeded." Since then, Mrs. Newton and her husband, Dr. Michael Newton, a research surgeon at the University oi Pennsylvania School of Medicine, have been interested in the problems and processes of breast feeding. In the current issue of Pediatrics, they insist that many mothers who bottle-feed their babies could breast-feed them...
Working for her Ph.D. at Columbia, and backed by a grant from the National Institute of Mental Health, Mrs. Newton asked 91 expectant mothers in the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania whether they intended to breast-feed their babies. The answers showed a meaningful relationship to their later success in nursing. Of the mothers who said positively "I'm going to," or "I'd love to," 74% did. Among those who were doubtful or had mixed feelings, 35% succeeded. Of those who said at the outset that they expected or preferred to use the bottle, only...
...heavens as did his ancestors and looking down triumphantly upon the world beneath," Taylor once wrote, "the contemporary artist has been reduced to the status of a flat-chested pelican, strutting upon the intellectual wastelands and beaches, content to take whatever nourishment he can from his own too meager breast...