Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Decline or Survival? Purists complain that free tuition and redbrick expansion are debasing everything old and dear in English higher learning. "MORE will mean WORSE," wrote Novelist Amis recently. Expansionists reply that even the current boom in higher learning is dangerously smaller than that in any comparable country. Former Economist Editor Sir Geoffrey Crowther recently called Britain's backwardness "a formula for nation al decline," urged lowering degree standards to increase graduates. Most Britons are convinced that national survival depends on the future of the redbrick revolution-even if much British nostalgia still rests upon the ancient spires...
...which had just been crushed in a car door, causing no serious damage but a great deal of pain. Trying to anesthetize the patient with small talk, he asked: "What do you do?" The patient gripped a cotton pad soaked with smelling salts. and winced as she spoke. "Oh, dear God," she said, laughing and crying simultaneously. "I'm a humorist...
...going in Laos. The main recruits: anti-Communist Meo tribesmen, a rugged breed who live only above 3,000 ft., raise opium and Husky-like white dogs. (Standing advice to U.S. pilots: "If you're shot down, find yourself a Meo and hang onto him for dear life. Those little guys will save your hide.") Last week U.S. guerrilla warfare experts, members of a new outfit called the Liaison Training and Advisory Group (LTAG), helicoptered into mountain valleys behind the enemy lines, where Meo tribesmen gathered as many as 400 strong to greet their new weapons and instructors...
...minicab aroused Londoners' traditional sympathy for the underdog, as well as delight at the prospect of cheaper fares. Almost every one had a story about a rude old-style cabby who took him to his destination the long way round, or short-changed him, or passively watched as dear old Aunt Matilda wrestled with her steamer trunk. "That's the public for you," lamented a veteran cabby. "If all ten thousand of us went to hell, they wouldn't care. But I ask you: if there's a more efficient or courteous taxi service...
...Dear Sir, It is with pleasure that I thank You for your letter, and the order to your bank...