Word: habited
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...when the President's eyes sweep from force of habit to the old familiar spot on important documents, the "O.K., S.A." or "See me, S.A." notations will not be there. And neither will the firm hand again reach out to guide Mr. Eisenhower through the dark land of world crisis, domestic tribulation, and party politics...
...signs of the times: "The only trouble with our intellectual habit of likening our times to the . . . decadent Roman Empire and the challenge of the barbarians is that in the earlier case there was a vital, revolutionary new leaven at work . . . Whether Christianity can once again perform that function remains to be seen. To do so would require a pretty radical rebirth of Christian thought, of which I wish I could see more signs. Perhaps we may find such a rebirth in the remembrance of the Birth, that timeless fact about God which did once turn the world upside down...
...immobile concentration. Suave, dapper New Yorker Crawford, 43, Main Line Philadelphian by origin (he claims to be the only bridge master in the Social Register), is fast and impatient, deliberately tries to confuse opponents by creating an impression of wildness while actually playing with hard logic. He has a habit of staring at opponents with what an old acquaintance calls "the coldest eyes in bridge." Captain of the U.S. team that lost the world championship match to Italy last winter, Crawford is an inveterate gambler, plays poker, canasta, gin and pinochle for money, as well as bridge. Well supplied with...
...undergraduates quarrel with economy, and most have nobly refused to flinch when board rates rose suddenly--even when the Scholarship Committee tended to look the other way. But the Council Report has revealed that the dining hall habit is not so ingrained at Harvard as University Hall wants to think...
...wife and daugher of Cornelius Melody, the dispossessed Irish nobleman who finds himself washed ashore in America with only his pride, are simple folk whose love is such a habit it becomes part of them. For Nora Melody, superbly played by Helen Hayes, her husband is the same grand man who plucked her from amongst the pigs and made her his wife. Her love reaches past respect, for in Melody's rowdy pretense there is little to respect. She is as blind to his failure as she is to any threat to her love...