Word: carred
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...problem closest to home, and studied it there, was George T. Singleton, an ear, nose and throat man at the University of Florida. He noticed that when he picked up his teen-age daughter Marsha after a dance she couldn't hear what he said in the car on the way home. Singleton recruited a research team and tested the hearing often 14-year-old ninth-graders an hour before a dance. Then tne investigators went to the dance hall, and found the average sound intensity to be 106 to 108 db in the middle of the dance floor...
...maiden voyage, the 250-passenger 30-car craft was about two-thirds filled as it whooshed over 3-ft. waves to Boulogne at 60 m.p.h. The trip was a mite noisy and bumpy, and passengers were further inconvenienced by the fact that the new service does not yet have direct railway links to either London or Paris. The British Railways Board, which operates the crossings, hopes to eliminate most of the kinks in the next few months. Despite an adult fare of $8.40, compared with $6.24 for a regular ferryboat, most of last week's travelers seemed more than...
...Perhaps the most important is the hotel-hopping. On Tuesday, having decided to take the afternoon off, I picked up my bathing suit and drove with a friend to the Versailles Hotel, where I would swim as his guest. As we walked up to the hotel door, a car swooped by, the doors opened simultaneously, and four men hopped out, wearing Secret Service badges. As I got within ten yards of the door of the hotel, the crowd gathered outside began to scream, "Here he comes, here comes Reagan...
...discussing my doubts here, in the doubly unfriendly atmosphere of a conservative Republican Convention and Miami Beach. When I arrived at the airport, I got a ride from a friend of someone I knew on the plane. The man, born in Georgia, had a Wallace sticker on his car. He drove us back to his house for a drink and while there said, "Excuse me, I have to wash my hands. I shook hands a while back with a nigger." Of course, I thought it best to say nothing to him about his politics. But three days later I feel...
...memory of reading the great play and imagining a magnificant trumpet fanfare heralding the fight between Hector and Ajax, a sound interpreted in this production by a sickly goathorn whining offstage. Every time it sounded one expected a character from a P.G. Wodehouse musical to emerge saying "Your car is ready, Lord Wooster," or something. But that brings up a whole category of fun things you can do with Shakespeare, and we'd better let well enough alone...