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Word: fixes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Hidden Stockpiles. Government and industry alike profess astonishment at the size of stockpiles in the hands of warehouses and fabricators. "Every time we try to get a fix on supplies, the mills seem to have bigger inventories than before," says one Commerce Department copper expert. "Everybody thought people would run out of copper at least three weeks ago," adds Executive Vice President Charles Moore of the International Copper Research Institute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Metals: Elusive Shortage | 10/27/1967 | See Source »

...life has bred in her a hard pride easily taken for snobbery. A foreigner feels it quickly, for like many Sabras, she is reserved toward strangers. Her quiet, brown eyes can fix a newcomer, penetrate and turn away with cruel coldness...

Author: By David Blumenthal, | Title: Israel: Three Voices of Ayeleth | 10/19/1967 | See Source »

...help people but they don't know how." He has just read a book on Mongolia, which he liked very much, and offers to lend it out. He does not hate the Arabs--except for the Syrians--or laugh at their ludicrous performance in the air. How can you fix or fly a plane, he queries, when you never see a machine most of your life...

Author: By David Blumenthal, | Title: Israel: Three Voices of Ayeleth | 10/19/1967 | See Source »

...Spire set a drama of spirit and flesh in a remote time. The Pyramid represents no retreat from these tours de force, but Golding's command of fiction is now such that he can dress his tragedians in street clothes, put them on a topographically exact stage and fix the time in the present. This is a more interesting literary exploit...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Human Geometry | 10/13/1967 | See Source »

...Brandy is de bottles on de shelf," said Hark. He began to scramble to his feet. "I fix de brandy fo' you, massah." But again Cobb motioned him back with a brisk wave of his hand.... Something about the man offended me, filled me with the sharpest displeasure, and it wasn't until he limped unsteadily past us through the crackling brown patch of weeds toward the cider press, saying not another word, that I realized it wasn't the man himself who annoyed me so much as it was Hark's manner in his presence--the unspeakable bootlicking Sambo...

Author: By Boisfeuillet JONES Jr., | Title: The Outrage of Benevolent Paternalism | 10/13/1967 | See Source »

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