Word: dog
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Instead of a triple strangling, they found that the ululations came from a St. Bernard dog that had jumped into the swimming pool and couldn't get out. After the dog had been rescued, Hart and Schenck noticed that Berlin was the only guest not present, and exchanged meaningful glances. Later that morning, when he arrived at the breakfast table, they looked at him inquiringly. "Yes, the same old story," Berlin said with a mournful nod. "Took three Nembutals last night and didn't catch a wink...
...Challenge. One fine lazy spring morning last week, as De Gasperi strolled through the woods with his dog, his secretary brought disturbing news. Negotiations for a solid anti-Communist alliance in next month's municipal elections in southern Italy were collapsing. The monarchists, probably the third largest party in the south, were demanding as their price for joining the Demochristian alliance that the neo-Fascist M.S.I. party also be admitted. Unless De Gasperi yielded, Rome, Naples and Bari might well elect Communist mayors and councils. A Red Rome next month might mean a Red Italy next year...
...Germain des Prés, on the Left Bank, long-haired men and short-haired women worked diligently to keep the cult going. Bebop boîtes, hairdos, beards, evening gowns, newspapers, cocktails, hot-dog stands became "existentialist." An under-tipped taxi driver would curse: "Espèce d'existentialiste." Existentialism became a familiar tourist attraction, like the Folies-Bergere. Sartre, increasingly successful and respectable, occasionally deplored the popularizations of his fad-he even felt compelled to move out of his favorite café, the Flore, to escape the tourists' vulgar stares. Last week existentialism took its ultimate...
...political blunder put Lewis in the dog house for a good many years. He broke loose by roving over Canada and the U.S. for eight years, returning to Britain only in 1948. Since then, with his novels reissued and his paintings re-exhibited, his stock has slowly but steadily risen. One reason is that Britons have become more used to Lewis' honest vehemence, more conscious of the truths wrapped up in it. Another is that since 1949 he has suffered the worst fate that can befall a painter: the gradual loss of his sight...
...reasons for their coolness are of course relevant, but like a dog chasing its tail, this merely returns us to the faults in G.E.'s current operations. Why should the Faculty mangle G.E. because students confuse it with survey courses? Why not instead concentrate on drawing the line between the two types of instruction more carefully...