Word: fitful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...halfway down on his knees, doing the watusi. The Reverend Moyers is another of those twinkle toes that inhabit the White House." At that, Baptist Bill Moyers, 31, inhibited himself into the depths of the West Wing and refused any comment on his performance at the Smithsonian Institution bene fit ball. White House Adviser Bob Kintner just burbled: "No matter what dance Bill does, it always comes out looking like a square dance anyhow...
Michigan Radiologist Hugh T. Caumartin, for one, decided the sacrifice was more than worthwhile. As a World War II victim of leg injuries from machine-gun fire, he had to get a fitness clearance. When Orthopedist Hugh L. Sulfridge Jr. checked Caumartin and pronounced him fit, Sulfridge himself caught the volunteer spirit. Both doctors flew out last month, Caumartin to read X rays and teach radiological techniques in Saigon, while Sulfridge went to the 70-year-old complex of decaying buildings that makes up the hospital at Can Tho, 80 miles southwest of the capital, in the steaming Mekong Delta...
Trim, tanned and fit as a Marine Corps drill instructor (he won a Silver Star on Iwo Jima), Lawyer Ickes speaks six languages, has been a Davies lieutenant ever since Davies took him on as general counsel for his American Independent Oil Co. in 1950. The two work together like the barrels of a shotgun-as is only natural. It was F.D.R.'s curmudgeonly Interior Secretary Harold Ickes, Raymond's father, who picked Davies to be wartime Deputy Petroleum Coordinator when he was a vice president of Standard Oil of California. In part because Davies had so faithfully...
...Italians are scoundrels!" Napoleon once exclaimed in a fit of pique with his compatriots. "Not all," an Italian noblewoman slyly replied, "but a good part (non tutti, ma buona parte...
...Speeches, and Public Letters, originally envisioned a tiny, undramatic book where scholars would have easy access to these trivial works of a great author. A volume, in short, which would least embarrass poor Faulkner. Something which could be hidden be-beneath the stacks in Widener. Instead, Random House saw fit to publish this material in fairly glamorous form, with 233 pages of fine paper and large print. In this setting, such pieces as Faulkner's 1935 review of a book entitled Test Pilot by Jimmy Collins look just plain silly...