Word: happeners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Here is myth for myth's sake, it's good for your souls," a kind of return to Tertullian's "Credo quia absurdum." Now suddenly there is a new obsession with narrow historicity, and the Pope seems ready to jettison whatever and whoever did not "actually happen." It looks like a watershed: either much more will have to be dumped, or a return to a crude fundamentalism is in the works. Either way the Catholic Church is once more banking on Western man's visceral reluctance to stomach ahistorical myth...
Dogs of War. Eight professors went to Sacramento to ask Governor Ronald Reagan to pull out the troops, but Reagan supported Madigan's tough stand. "Once the dogs of war have been unleashed," the Governor lectured, "you must expect things will happen." One professor in the delegation, Leon Wofsy, accused Reagan of making a political speech and undercutting the authority of college administrators by trying to fire chancellors who opposed the statehouse. At that, Reagan slammed his hand on the desk, shouting: "Listen, you are a liar! I've fought to keep politics out of the running...
...enemy on Hill 937, and that is where we fought him." Bypassing the hill would have made no military sense, he explained, because it would have given the Communists control of the high ground. "It's a myth that if we don't do anything, nothing will happen to us. It's not true. If we did pull back and were quiet, they'd kill us in the night." Zais said that he had received no orders to keep casualties* down. Could he not have ordered B-52 strikes against the hill, rather than committing...
...shells-but there can come more. And if Natanya, in the middle of the country, with only twelve miles between the sea and the former border, if that is cut, we are also through. On that I'm prepared to stand for elections-that this cannot happen, that these twelve miles can't be any more, and that the Golan Heights can't be any more. And I am not prepared that anybody should safeguard for me the free shipping through the Straits of Tiran...
Words to clap hands by in a Negro church on Sunday night? Not really. They just happen to be the stuff of the nation's No. 5 single on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Composed, arranged and conducted by Edwin Hawkins, the 25-year-old son of an Oakland, Calif., long shoreman, Oh Happy Day is far and away the surprise hit of the year. From Los Angeles to Boston, its bubbling, infectious sound is being aired ten to 20 times a day on Negro rhythm-and-blues stations, easy-listening stations, even rock stations. The LP from which...