Word: content
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Before destiny sideswipes him, the lean, fiftyish Pippin is content to live on his unearned income and enjoy a nightly orgy of stargazing from the roof of his Parisian town house. More concierge than wife, Mme. Héristal rations out new telescopes with a parsimonious hand. Daughter Clotilde, 20, is addicted to Hollywood horse operas and has already Saganalyzed her life in a bestseller written at 15, Adieu...
While the four-day work week may be an inevitability, as Governor Williams said yesterday, this is not the time for its inception. The time is especially unripe for organized labor to demand such a change. The union leaders should be content with consolidating past achievments and increasing the labor movement's prestige in the eyes of the nation...
...week's end prospects were good that both the shipyard and engineering strikes would soon be ended. (Since both groups belong to the same confederation, the engineers would probably follow the shipbuilders' lead.) There was, however, little likelihood that any of the strikers would now be content with anything less than the 5% increase granted the railwaymen, or that they in return would have to abandon the restrictive practices (featherbedding, rigid jurisdictional rules, etc.) which keep their productivity from going up as fast as their pay. Warned the London Economist: "The threat to the national economy . . . does...
...launched the most direct assault imaginable on coronary disease-reaming out the diseased part of the arteries (TIME, Nov. 26). The first two patients, on whom Bailey based his preliminary announcement, have both done well. One, a man of 52, has gone back to work. But Bailey was not content with the instrument that he used (it had a rigid steel shank), so he soon designed another. The result is a piece of piano wire with a loop handle at one end, a tiny ball at the other, and 1½ in. from the tip, a thicker section with woodscrew...
This is a brilliantly written first novel, vastly (and sometimes sadly) amusing. So far, Author John Cheever, 44, has been content for a quarter-century to write excellent short stories, most of them about New Yorkers whose fears, despairs and inadequacies assail them in weary moments of truth. But now he has tackled the Wapshots, infinitely bigger game demanding stronger writers' weapons. Cheever has them...