Word: dangerously
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...think there is the danger that the administration will attempt to change the question of the Vietnam War into an issue of patriotism or non-patriotism. Any such change would be very dangerous to the country." one signer said last night...
Last week the Michigan bow-hunting season was in full swing, and Bear was among the 60,000 bowmen stalking the wily whitetail. The deer were in little danger; while one in four gun hunters bags a whitetail each season, only one in 20 bow hunters is successful. Reducing the odds further, Bear chose to hunt on St. Martin Island, an uninhabited, densely wooded patch in Lake Huron that stands as a kind of moated fortress of the whitetail. Associate Editor Ray Kennedy joined Bear. His report...
...high Administration policymaker says, "there will be a guessing game for months." Bankers, businessmen and economists will have to try to figure out whether or not movements in interest rates and bank reserves indicate that the Federal Reserve has actually altered policy. The Administration's policymakers recognize the danger that any shift may be too slow and too gradual to head off a recession, but they seem prepared to take the risk in order to break inflationary psychology. They feel that they are practicing a form of brinkmanship...
...wrangles with his coach (Gene Hackman), makes the usual number of enemies, and sleeps with a couple of girls, one disadvantaged and one super-sleek (Camilla Sparv). A routine routine, but Director Michael Ritchie freshens up his first film with some electrifying camera work. The exhilarating danger of downhill racing is perfectly portrayed with footage shot by Pro Skier Joe Jay Jalbert, who held a camera in his hands instead of poles. Gene Hackman has just the right combination of brio and go-go-go as the coach, and Robert Redford's performance as the skier rings true down...
...Taking danger in my stride. I left Cambridge for Bard late Saturday afternoon. A co-hitcher named Adam joined me on the entrance ramp to the Mass. Turnpike. He asked me the score of the just ended Harvard-Princeton football game, and I told him I didn't know. Adam was hip, though; he hastily added, "Not that I give a shit...