Word: expectation
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...U.S.S.R.'s oil-fueled plants, which generate about 30% of the country's electricity, will be replaced with nukes or coal-fired plants. The Soviet Union now has about 25 nuclear plants, second only to the U.S., which has 72. By 1981 the Soviets expect to have eight additional large ones in operation...
With an earthly mystery of such proportions on its hands, the White House called a two-day meeting to which it invited X-ray astronomers, satellite technologists and stratospheric physicists. The White House cautioned the world not to expect a quick answer. In the first place, it will take the scientists at least two or three weeks to reach some conclusions...
...election, the Administration has drifted toward accepting the union position that the pay ceilings need more "flexibility." Says Labor Secretary Ray Marshall: "With inflation barreling along at its current rate, the old guidelines are clearly untenable." A top Administration aide confided last week: "It would be unreal to expect labor to accept continuation of a program that was successful in holding down wages but a disaster in holding down prices." And one official on the COWPS, which administers the standards, sheepishly maintained that the anti-inflation effort "could be just as well off without a guideline program...
...Rose is exactly the kind of vehicle one would expect for Midler's screen debut: it aspires to the tradition of Funny Girl and Lady Sings the Blues, musicals that boosted Barbra Streisand and Diana Ross to fast movie stardom by casting them as legendary singers of the past. Still, there is a basic flaw in The Rose's design that makes the film hard to take seriously. While Streisand and Ross were reasonably plausible stand-ins for Fanny Brice and Billie Holiday, Midler is not credible as a bluesy rock belter. Her strident Broadway voice and campy...
...what one might expect in a British literary lion. Chatting amiably in the sitting room of his house near London's Regent's Park, Victor Sawdon Pritchett seems more like a rural school master. There is a comfortable, unstudied eclecticism about him. His checkered trousers, striped shirt and plaid jacket have an odd camouflaging effect, especially when he stands against a large glass case containing a Victorian bouquet of stuffed pheasants, birds of paradise and a platypus. He offers no sharp opinions, no bulletins on the state of the arts...