Word: coolness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Those Bastards." Meanwhile, back at the Pentagon, the Air Force contingent was under direct orders to keep cool and dignified, to blow off only in private. "Those bastards," said one high Air Force officer in private, "can't win in the Joint Chiefs of Staff, where they ought to take their case, so they went to the public. They're not going to get away with it. It isn't going to do them any good. It's going to be a real big brawl...
Then Khrushchev called at the embassy of the criminal Turks and blandly declared: "When Turkey is warm, a cool wind can go from the Soviet Union to Turkey and cool it off. And a warm breeze can come north from Turkey, and so there will always be a moderate climate." The Syrian attempts to recover their dignity were both funny and pathetic. The NATO maneuvers were forgotten. To save what face they could, the Syrians moved Fortification Week ceremonies ahead, and President Shukri el Kuwatly dutifully dug his spade into Syrian soil, crying defiance to the "invader" even...
...deep in the massive structure of graphite blocks, one or more canisters of uranium had grown red hot and burst open. Apparently the uranium, heated by its fierce radioactivity, was burning in an oldfashioned, chemical way by combining with oxygen in the air that is blown past to cool...
...rodeo, sings and announces that if he didn't live in California, he'd live in Boston. A younger Annie Oakley thinks equally well of our fair city. Also present are the Riders of the Purple Sage who are still drifting along the tumbling tumbleweed searching for some cool, cool water. There is also a square dance on horseback, trick riding, and two girls doing trick roping in semi-Bikini type costumes. These interludes do not leave a great amount of time available for events, and since there are over a hundred contestants, there are a lot of actionless days...
...Business School soccer field awaits today's M.I.T. game in deathbed shape. Baked bone-dry and brick-hard by the summer sun, and finally drenched by last weekend's rains, the playing field has congealed during the cool nights into a sort of black meringue jello, which makes footing treacherous and accurate ball control a happy accident...