Word: dimes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reductions seem?despite his protests?to fit into his long-term intentions. In appearing to be dragged into making economies, of course, Laird also maintains his credentials with the uniformed chiefs and with the congressional old guard that is still promilitary. Robert McNamara, by contrast, positively gloried in every dime saved and every pet project vivisected. Laird is too much a man of the Washington world to make enemies unnecessarily...
Well, not long distance, I guess, but anywhere in Havana. They have pay phones just like we do, phone booths, except that you don't have to put in a dime; you just pick up the phone and use it. They have free major league baseball, too. The guy who likes baseball most comes earliest and gets the best seat in the house. What About The Urban-Rural Inequality...
...GLAZIER lives in a cramped single room on the fifth floor of Kirkland House. When I first went puffing up the narrow stairway to see him, I found a plastic dime-store sign on his door that read in mock-heroic, mock-executive terms "Kenneth M. Glazier." Above the sign, a little jingle about Great men from a Chinese fortune cookie was pasted. When I entered the room to arrange an interview, he tried to pawn off his old furniture on me. And when the first interview had been set up, he cancelled it in order to take a bartending...
...Loner" title was corny but appropriate. McKuen has led his life mostly apart from others. He was born into the Depression in a Salvation Army hospital in Oakland, Calif., shortly after his father had deserted the family. His mother worked as a waitress, a telephone operator and a dime-a-dance hostess until her marriage to a "cat-skinner"-the operator of Caterpillar tractors on Government road projects. McKuen was hauled from one construction site to another throughout the West and Northwest until, at age eleven, he split from his family and spent four years drifting...
...blows. Far from it. Indeed, when I was sure Hemingway was making cracks at me, I decided to control my temper, and with considerable disdain began to spread caviar on dry toast, chatting with my friends Sir Pitt Applecore-Bart, his wife Schlubbie of the British Empire five-and-dime, and Prince Eddie Rattone, her best friend. For a moment I felt we had scored, but suddenly, in a rather loud voice, Hemingway disputed my bravery at scary movies, and naturally I saw red, slammed my way to his table, and challenged him to prove it. Unable...