Word: grasps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...five-dollar, five-syllable word. 'Psychological warfare' is the struggle for the minds and wills of men. Many people think [it] means just the use of propaganda . . . But [that] is not the most important part in this struggle. The present Administration has never yet been able to grasp the full import of a psychological effort put forth on a national scale. What would such a ... national strategy mean? . . . The selection of broad, national purposes . . . Every significant act of Government should be so timed . . . so related to other governmental actions that it will produce the maximum effect . . . We shall...
Most of Asia's old & new nations have yet to grasp the wisdom of Benjamin Franklin's advice: better to hang together than to hang separately. The Philippines' President Elpidio Quirino, long a stout advocate of a Pacific alliance modeled after NATO, has got nowhere, partly because the U.S. wants to delay such an alliance, and partly because Indonesia's leaders, like India's, still dream of a Third Force position between the Communist and the anti-Communist worlds. Recently, two young Filipino veterans, Jaime Ferrer and Eleuterio Adevoso, had an idea: Why not bring...
...pleasure of millions who know him by his professional name-Rocky Marciano. Never defeated, Rocky has won 37 of his 42 professional fights by knockouts, and has grossed upwards of $150,000 with his fists. Now the ultimate glory and a succession of far greater purses are within his grasp; next week he will fight aging (officially 38) Jersey Joe Walcott for the heavyweight championship of the world...
Surely I'm not the only TIME reader who is now convinced that the G.O.P. picked a lemon in ex-Lemon Picker Nixon. In their eager grasp for the California vote, the men in Chicago apparently forgot that only the shadow of Fate would stand between their choice and the presidency of our United States...
...fairgrounds at Marne, Mich, one day last fortnight, they came upon a handsome, square-shouldered man wearing a big, green, polka dot bow tie and a wide, bright, boyish grin. He stood astride the main exit, reaching out to shake hands with all who would come within his grasp. The smile and the green bow tie identified him as Gerhard Mennen Williams, governer of Michigan. "Look," murmured one woman to another as they pressed by, "he's getting grey hair already...