Word: glared
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week, at 37, Archie finally got a crack at the big time. It was a little late in the game for him to be impressed. Under the glare of the ring lights, Manhattan's Madison Square Garden looked like any other arena; even Harold Johnson, Archie's younger (26) opponent, seemed like an old friend. The two had already fought four times, and Archie had taken three decisions. "I've got his number and he knows it," he said the day before the fight. Now he shrugged off his black and gold bathrobe and waited patiently...
...atmosphere depressingly reminiscent of a submarine dockyard. The sound stage in which he works is as cavernous and gloomy as a wharfside warehouse. The day's set, thrown up in a distant corner as if to dramatize the phoniness and gullibility of man, is bathed in a glare of blue-white light as blinding as that from an arc welder's torch. Half a hundred hairy union men tinker stolidly with furniture, electrical cables, fuse boxes and cranes, or peer down in boredom from steel bridgework overhead. Half a hundred tourists stand in the outer shadows, looking...
Although the McCarthy-Army hearings were in recess, there were plenty of pin wheels whirling around the issues they had raised. By their fitful light and the rockets' red glare, it was plain that the Eisenhower Administration was determined to quench Joe McCarthy...
Senator Joseph Raymond McCarthy grinned his acknowledgement to a spattering of applause, shouldered through the crowd and walked into the glare of television's spotlights. Near the end of a long, coffin-shaped table he found his place, marked by a white name card. He studiedly ignored Army Secretary Robert Ten Broeck Stevens, seated only a few feet away, supported in depth by star-studded Army officers. Between McCarthy and Stevens lay an unseen mountain of bitterness rising from the drafting into the Army of G. David Schine. the golden boy who became an unpaid consultant to McCarthy...
...white-maned old faker, now head of the Soviet delegation to the U.N., commands a dozen voices, from the sly wheedle to the choleric roar, a dozen expressions, from the impish grin to the basilisk glare. For all his arrogance, he is a much more entertaining performer than Russia's wooden men-Molotov, Malik, Gromyko. He is also a remarkable survivor of 37 years of power struggle in the Kremlin. A onetime Menshevik, he came through unscathed when the Bolsheviks put the Mensheviks out of business in 1921. He not only rode out the great purges...