Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Call us bourgeois utilitarians, if you will, but we must speak out against such a change, for it is deplorably wasteful. Think of all the maps, almanacs, signs, dictionaries, histories, and treatises that will have to be altered. Think of the schizoid effects on those who hold local roots dear, and of the effort of those who fought the Battle of Stalingrad and celebrated it in song and prose. Time and money all wasted...
...morning of the Princeton game on November 8, 1926, the Lampoon published football issue featuring a cartoon of two pigs wallowing in the mud with the caption, "Come, brother, let us root for dear old Princeton...
...London's smart Quaglino's restaurant, Celia Sandys, 17, daughter of Britain's Commonwealth Relations Minister Duncan Sandys and granddaughter of Sir Winston Churchill, was honored by a visit from the Former Naval Person himself, now 86. "I shall be staying only a half hour, my dear," said Sir Winston, who had just got over a slight cold. But as he sipped champagne and surveyed the 200 dancers in the ballroom, Sir Winston let his first half hour slip by, then another and most of a third. At 12:20 a.m. he finally kissed his granddaughter good...
Obsessed with statistics and blueprints, city planners and rebuilders forget to find out what the people whom they transplant by the blockful really want. Author Jacobs quotes a tenant from a Manhattan housing project set in the customary grassed areas dear to all rebuilders: "They threw our homes down and pushed us here and pushed our friends somewhere else. We don't have a place to get a cup of coffee or a paper even, or borrow 50? . . . But the big men come and look at that grass and say, 'Isn't that wonderful! Now the poor...
...have become a convert to Roman Catholicism. But nothing much else is known about his life except that he traveled, drank and died young. Countless anecdotes but few insights were preserved by his ever fewer friends. "Tomorrow I go to Hayti. They say the President is a Perfect Dear!" he scribbled to a friend. He never traveled abroad without some big blocks of selected coal in his trunk to protect him against a sudden chill in a foreign villa. Ambiguity, misunderstanding and loneliness followed him to the grave and beyond. As he lay dying in Rome, he would not have...