Word: court
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Most of them took dismissal philosophically. One who rebelled was Dr. Florencio Loza, for eight years on the federal bench of La Plata. "I have never allowed any outside influence to interfere with justice in my court," he wrote in an open letter to the Minister of Justice. "I .thought it was my duty to devote to my job my best efforts. With this record I now leave my country's judiciary...
More tragic was the reaction of 73-year-old Dr. Alberto F. Jordan, presiding judge of the Buenos Aires civil high court. When a Senate telegram told him that he had not been confirmed, the old man went into his study, pulled out a revolver and shot himself. The Peronista press ignored his death. Even Buenos Aires' once-great and independent La, Prensa played it pianissimo. In an obituary praising Jordan's 40 years on the bench, La Prensa reported he had died "unexpectedly...
...concrete court at the Los Angeles Tennis Club this week, 21-year-old Pancho Gonzales faced Ted Schroeder for the last time. With less difficulty than he had in the finals of the National Singles at Forest Hills, Amateur Champion Gonzales dusted off his old enemy (6-3, 9-11, 8-6, 6-4) to win the Pacific Southwest Championship. Then he hopped a plane for Manhattan...
Some of the speakers won applause, but the real hero of the conference, holding court in the Computation Laboratory up the street, was a machine: the Mark III Computer, built by Harvard for the Navy at a cost of $500,000. From the front, the Mark III looks like a giant radio panel, with a clean, serene dignity. But behind the panel hides a nightmare of pulsing, twitching, flashing complexity. Thousands of metal parts, big & little, all polished like costume jewelry, compete in frenetic activity. They hum and clack and chirp and roar like a hive of mechanical insects. Among...
Some of the speakers won applause, but the real hero of the conference, holding court in the Computation Laboratory up the street, was a machine: the Mark III Computer, built by Harvard for the Navy at a cost of $500,000. From the front, the Mark III looks like a giant radio panel, with a clean, serene dignity. But behind the panel hides a nightmare of pulsing, twitching, flashing complexity. Thousands of metal parts, big & little, all polished like costume jewelry, compete in frenetic activity. They hum and clack and chirp and roar like a hive of mechanical insects. Among...