Word: forgetting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Baseball managers like Paul Richards of Baltimore, Casey Stengel of the Yanks and Bob Bragan of Pittsburgh could forget more about baseball than "Bird-lips" Tebbetts will ever know...
...will the policy be like? This is a stupid question. What will happen? Everybody knows what will happen. We will do the same, but with more emphasis." The emphasis where peace was concerned: "Trust in God, but look out for yourselves. When you walk among dogs, don't forget to carry a stick. After all, this is what a hound has teeth for, to bite when he feels like it." On the subject of controlling the people: "The party leadership must not be divorced from the ranks of the party and must not become divorced from the masses...
Hood in a Hood. The tales were the kind that no small boy was likely to forget. For two glorious years in the 1870s young Ned Kelly, with a ?2,000 price on his head, led a hard-riding gang, "bailed up" banks, "duffed" horses, stood off whole companies of police troopers. The gang, which included Ned's brother Dan, bulletproofed themselves in massive vests beaten out of plowshares and canlike helmets. Staging holdups on a grand scale, the gang was generous with its loot, reserved its gunfire primarily for the police, and acquired the aura of latter...
What with Baba trying to be Chinese in Vermont, and Rennie struggling to forget his ancestral Chinese quarter, Mrs. MacLeod is having quite a time of it. In a letter from Peking, husband Gerald writes that he loves her and all that, but, since the Communists dislike his non-Sinic connections, he is obliged to take another wife. The new Chinese wife also writes to Vermont ("Dear Elder Sister . . ."). Throughout, Mrs. MacLeod proves to be so quilted in sensibility as to resemble a carnivorous tea cosy...
...from outside, one who knows the ways of the world and can read newspapers, as he does." Sadly aware of their own drawbacks, the rustic daughters of Roghudi could only sigh, and some among them hope that a day would come when handsome, dark-eyed Mayor Pietro Nucera might forget himself and take them by violence. In the harsh code of justice on the slopes of Aspromonte, the Harsh Mountains in the toe of Italy's boot, the act of rape is often the precursor of enforced marriage, and the young mayor with his flashing eye and dark, curly...