Word: hint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Dark Hint. By midweek it seemed if every Cabinet minister was crying help from somewhere. The Deputy Pre mier asked tiny Ghana to send its army. Foreign Minister Justin Bomboko for U.S. troops, but his appeal was promptly disavowed by Lumumba, who had been off on one of his flights. Lu mumba instead asked the U.N. for help, and hinted darkly that unless he got it, the Congo would appeal to Communist China. No one in the Congolese government asked Belgium for anything, but Brussels moved swiftly in response to the cries of its beleaguered citizens. Para troops and commando...
...Johnson seems to belong to a different generation and a different world. He still has an in eradicable touch of Texas backlands about him. When he is trying to persuade or cajole somebody, as he often is, he grabs an arm or shoulder in a bruising grip, and a hint of the carnival snake-oil seller shows in his voice. His fellow Senators joke about the lavish vanity of his tailoring and his baronial Senate office?but they respect him, too. Last June the non-partisan Congressional Quarterly polled Senators and Representatives on who they thought would be the Democratic...
...twisted three-pronged peninsular fork that jabs into the Mediterranean from Greece's Peloponnesus. About as remote from the 20th century as the people of the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Maniots dwell in a kind of telescopic time capsule that includes Homer but little more than a hint of the Industrial Revolution. Few Maniots read or write. They have no radios, movies or telephones, and the family vehicle is the donkey. Matching the man of Aran in his barebones existence, the Maniot is scorched black by the fierce summer sun and lashed in win ter by the tramontana...
Webster is a moldy fig. For all its scholarship, the supposedly unabridged dictionary (600,000 entries) gives hardly a hint that the American language is in the grip of a permanent revolution. The Websterian ideal of language as a careful garden of hardy perennials and occasional exotics, cultivated by a corps of devoted lexicographers, is consistently challenged by a weedy invasion of the vulgate. Professors may still protest, but the public -and most authorities-tends to silence them. Says one philologist: "It was once thought that most slang came from the underworld, but nowadays a great deal of it comes...
During his hour-and-a-quarter breakfast with President Eisenhower last week, New York's Governor Nelson A. Rockefeller was like a well-behaved nephew who gave no hint that he was planning to explode a firecracker right in his uncle's lap. Rockefeller chatted amiably about the future of the Republican Party and the importance of "issues" in the coming campaign. Recalled the President later with a twinkle: "Nelson said I'd been a pretty good President. He didn't have much to quarrel about except the defense budget...