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Dates: during 1960-1969
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LITTLE MURDERS. Under the direction of Alan Arkin, this revival of Cartoonist Jules Feiffer's play is breath-catchingly funny and hair-trigger fast in pace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Television: Mar. 21, 1969 | 3/21/1969 | See Source »

There were moments, however, amid the silences, grunts and inconsequential chatter of the tapes, that elicited happy looks from Sirhan's defenders. When talk somehow turned to jigsaw puzzles, Sirhan was heard to remark impatiently: "If I can't do it fast enough-if I can't match the whole picture-I give up." To Dr. Martin Schorr, a San Diego psychologist, much of Sirhan's taped prattle reinforced his own diagnosis of acute mental illness. Schorr subjected Sirhan to batteries of psychiatric tests, which showed, he contended, hypomania and paranoia. As for hypomania, "There...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Sirhan Case: Killing a Father | 3/21/1969 | See Source »

TIME'S Sider took one out on Ford's Dearborn test track, found that "It is no Lincoln, but neither is it a VW. There is no feeling of claustrophobia. It handles well, staying in tight on the curves, starting and stopping fast, turning about as sharply...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: THE MAKING OF THE MAVERICK | 3/21/1969 | See Source »

...would have to call Winthrop the dark house or the race," he said, "but I am heartened by the great esprit de corps of the men at Winthrop." When the full results of the winter sports are tallied, Mullin said, Winthrop would move up fast in the Straus point totals...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Lions Sparkle in Winter But Bunnies Stay Ahead | 3/19/1969 | See Source »

...running as fast as he could go, and, as he looked, people toppled slowly and fell like ninepins, full length on the pavement, like big cardboard boxes being dropped. . . . The acute angle of the horizon, squeezed between the houses, hurtled toward him. Beneath his feet it was night. A night of black cotton wool, shapeless and inorganic, while the sky was colorless, a ceiling, one more acute angle...

Author: By Nina Bernstein, | Title: Mood Indigo | 3/18/1969 | See Source »

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