Word: glared
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only Negro head coach of a major professional team would have a hard time staying out of the spotlight-even if he did not stand 6 ft. 10 in., sport a beard, and wear an opera cape instead of an overcoat. The glare is especially bright for Bill Russell, 33, because he is in his first season as player-coach of the Boston Celtics, whose eight straight National Basketball Association championships make them the most successful team in U.S. pro sport. The only change he can make in the Celtics is a change for the worse. So when people...
...sweaty Saigon night resounded last week with the thud of distant artillery fire, and the midnight stars were occasionally dimmed by the glare of lofting phosphorus flares. In a war in which there is no front and no enemy lines, the capital of South Viet Nam is right in the middle of the battle -a garrison without walls in a countryside alive with enemy bands. Says Air Force Lieut. Colonel Grove Johnson, head of U.S. security at the huge Tan Son Nhut airport: "It's like defending a stockade in the days of the Indian wars...
...village of San Pablo, 40 miles north cf Manila. Realizing that they were outgunned, the Huks inside agreed to surrender. But while 13 men, women and children filed out the front door, four rebels tried to make a break for it across the back porch roof. Aided by the glare of the searchlights, the troopers picked off the first three. The last man out was Commander Oscar. A full burst of automatic weapons blew him completely off the roof. Ileto's message was not likely to be lost on other Huks-that as long as the colonel...
...sparkling air atop elephants, others drifted down the Congo, past the snapping jaws of crocodiles and the whalelike surfacing of rhinos. Birds and flowers sang in one enchanted room; a land-fast 80-ft. rocket took off for the moon in simulated flight. Yet in all the gaiety and glare, in the whomp of bands and the bray of a calliope, only one elegiac sign reminded pleasure seekers that the man was no more who created this fairyland: the flag was at half-staff...
...play, Paul Scofield pulls all eyes toward himself by the abundance and subtlety of what seems to be happening inside him. Seen close up, he gives off a vibration of greatness very like what More's must have been. His eyes impart the solar glare of genius, and the rest of his face breathes a slow, heavy sweetness of feeling. It is not the face of a saint but of a sage, of a man who could say of the values he died for: "Finally it is not a matter of reason; finally it is a matter of love...