Word: coolness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...outer layer of the atmosphere head-on at 18,000 m.p.h. is like driving a car through a blast furnace against a cliff at 60 m.p.h. To slow down, the pilot may have to glide in at an angle of no more than 4°, then skip out to cool off as soon as he has slowed down a bit. He may have to repeat this a dozen or more times, taking terrific punishment from buffeting in the process...
...last week, as 15 NATO foreign ministers wound up a three-day meeting in Copenhagen's Christiansborg Palace, strange new sounds filled the air of Western Europe, and echoed in the big segment of the U.S. press that was cool or hostile to Dulles in his summit-conference position. Secretary Dulles, declared one European statesman, "is a much-maligned man. If only everyone could hear him in a closed session." "You know," echoed a member of one of the smaller NATO delegations, "Mr. Dulles did not once give us a lecture, did not once tell us about morality...
Capitalizing on these archaic dreams, the French right has shown itself increasingly contemptuous of democratic procedures. To live in France today is to enjoy the riches of her museums and the misty shapes of Paris under the soft archery of summer showers, to feel the quick, cool darkness under the blossom-laden chestnut trees, and to smell the grass falling to the mower on lawns snow-powdered with tiny daisies called pâaquerettes...
...this year, only one has succeeded; yet all bond issues for new school buildings have passed. The difference: much of the leeway money would go to across-the-board teachers' pay raises. A study on merit pay has poked along for four years, but teachers have been consistently cool to the idea of raises given according to ability. Said one disgusted citizen last week: "Sure a good career teacher is worth more money. And a science teacher is worth more than a gymnasium teacher. But the educators just won't look at it that way. Pay the good...
While in Kilgore last fall, drilling scales into his mother's pupils, Van got a letter from Mme. Lhevinne suggesting that he enter the Moscow competition. He wavered awhile; his managers at Columbia Artists were cool to the idea, wanted him to go instead on a speculative, pay-your-way tour of Europe. But everybody he talked to thought he would win, and his eyes shone with the notion of taking the gold medal in Rachmaninoff's Moscow...