Word: dot
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Dick Shawn and Joan Hackett are admirable foils. He paints the clown-husband character with broad vaudevillian brush strokes. She is a comic pointilliste, and her precise inflections of wifeliness dot the brain like a quiver of hatpins. Peterpat sometimes gets enveloped in the vapors of farce, but one deep breath of comic wisdom animates it-marriage is as funny as hell...
...Netherlands and educated at Leiden University, did his most productive research after he came to the California observatories and became a professor at Caltech. He likes to deprecate his own achievements, but his colleagues agree that no man has contributed more to the study of the puzzling quasars that dot the universe...
...Poona, outside Bombay. It was the time of year for worshiping Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of wealth and prosperity, to whom all wise Indian businessmen annually offer their order books for a blessing. With his workers during the ceremony, his feet bare and his forehead glowing with a dot of vermilion, sat Shantanu Laxman Kirloskar, the U.S.-educated head of India's Kirloskar group, a seven-company combine that sells $46 million worth of farm and industrial equipment a year in 42 nations on every continent. Shantanu Kirloskar's respect for ancient rites is matched by his interest...
Near Oak Ridge National Laboratory in Tennessee is a green woodland dot with man-made pits and a steadily pond. Both pits and pond been used for the disposal of ra wastes, so an 8-ft. chain-link fringed with barbed wire keeps people away from the dangers. Unmanned monitor stations, looking like small refrigerators packed with instruments, keep for signs of trouble. Last sum some of the monitors began to give high readings. One reported than one roentgen per hour, and takes an accumulated dose of only roentgens to kill...
...leonine wind prowled through the saw grass, rattling the few gaunt thornbushes that dot the banks of the Zambezi River near Kasane. Potbellied kids squatted in the shade of round, white-walled mud huts while their mothers hacked with mattocks in the maize patches. Down at the riverbank, "Captain" Nelson Maibolwa puttered with twin 18-h.p. outboard motors slung on a ramshackle wood-and-iron pontoon. Behind him flowed the sun-dappled, grey-green Zambezi, where crocodiles, hippos and shoals of saber-toothed tiger-fish eternally wait their prey. There came the sound of a laboring truck engine, and brawny...