Word: faintly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Under the compassionate probing of a social worker, the Sampleses spilled out their troubles. Vincent admitted drinking to excess. Geraldine agreed that she had nagged him incessantly. The couple still had faint hopes for their marriage, and willingly signed a lengthy reconciliation contract. One of the court's three staff workers went to work with the Sampleses as a counselor. Last week, 18 months after their reconciliation, Mr. and Mrs. Samples were in the chambers of Judge Louis H. Burke to thank him for saving their marriage. Vincent had reformed, is now a steady worker, a family...
Boise, Idaho (pop. 50,000), the state capital, is usually thought of as a boisterous, rollicking he-man's town, and home of the rugged Westerner. In the downtown saloons of the city a faint echo of Boise's ripsnorting frontier days can still be heard, but its quiet residential areas and 70 churches give the city an appearance of immaculate respectability. Recently, Boiseans were shocked to learn that their city had sheltered a widespread homosexual underworld that involved some of Boise's most prominent men and had preyed on hundreds of teen-age boys...
Janus (by Carolyn Green) calls for somewhat faint praise but need not be damned by it. A pleasant enough, light sex farce that brings an American touch of wackiness to a French-style exercise in sin, it concerns the wife of a shipping tycoon and the schoolmaster husband of a librarian. Each summer, while the tycoon is in South America and the librarian apparently buried in the stacks, their spouses put slipcovers over their morals and spend two secret months together in New York. United by authorship as well as ardor, they write bestsellers under the name of Janus...
...warm, late-autumn sun shone down on the cemetery. The last notes of the Star-Spangled Banner floated up from the tomb, mingling with the faint purr of a jet airplane, invisible in the sky above. Facing the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and the panorama of Washington beyond it stood a white-haired old man in a black Chesterfield coat. His face was pink, and in his right hand he held a black felt hat over his heart. As the anthem ended, Herbert Hoover, 81, stepped forward to meet an Army sergeant holding a large wreath of yellow chrysanthemums...
Sweet Tea in Siberia. As a youngster, Fyodor was never allowed out with girls, and at his first sniff of a perfumed beauty in a St. Petersburg salon, he keeled over in a dead faint. He did better with the town doxies (later he even hinted darkly that he once raped a little girl), but it was not until after he had been jailed and exiled to Siberia as a subversive that he met his first major love...