Word: dooms
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Martin Shachat rejected Grouse's plea of accepted and traditional practice, ordered him to pay Morton's bill on the grounds that the letter had clearly and quite legitimately redefined that practice. Morton, of course, was gleeful; Grouse went into shock. Said he: "It could be the doom of public-relations counselors...
...your method of reading a comic book doesn't include careful analysis of the artwork, The Spirit is also funny and well-written. In the current issue, Denny Cok encounters a blonde named Lorelei who lures truck-drivers to their doom, and a Martian bank-teller named Miss Cosmek, who doesn't want to leave Earth. The next issue promises a run-in between The Spirit and a Parisian temptress who calls herself Plaster of Paris...
...that would, in the hands of Sauron the Dark Lord, give him domination over Middle-earth. A clever old wizard called Gandalf the Grey persuades Frodo to destroy the ring by carrying it to Sauron's domain of Mordor and then dropping it into the impenetrable Cracks of Doom. On his long journey, Frodo is aided by a variety of elves and dwarves, set upon by horrid, yellow-toothed Orcs, nine Ringwraiths riding dark horses, a giant spider, and other henchmen of Sauron. His quest is over when the Dark Lord is finally destroyed during the bloody...
...that Medicare would become official on July 1 made its potential problems Topic A all through the convention. As he took over the office that he will hold for the next twelve months, the new president, Dr. Charles Hudson, a Cleveland internist, counseled moderation. "There are people who think doom is going to fall in on us," he said. "I think this opinion is not justified. We are not stepping off the brink into a bottomless pit of professional destruction and despair." He proposed that doctors "make the most of this new program." If they do, he suggested, they...
...Lisbon. There, in an atmosphere drenched with pathos and the aroma of musky wine and spicy sausages, the black-draped fadistas cry out in voices quavering with anguish. Against a back ground of weeping guitars, they sing of sin and love gone wrong, of wasted lives and impending doom. Fado means destiny, and its baleful laments are more than the fatalistic Portuguese can bear: old men weep and women grow faint, all revelling in the joys of suffering...