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...reader who doesn't care a hoot who gets first to the moon, I nominate the U.S. scientists who have done most in 1960 to improve man's condition here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Dec. 26, 1960 | 12/26/1960 | See Source »

...critics pay him at least one grudging compliment: despite his many faults, they say, Jimmy Hoffa always takes good care of his Teamsters. Last week a federal grand jury in Florida leveled charges against Hoffa that, if proved, should smash forever the notion that he cares a hoot about the welfare of his union's members...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LABOR: Hoffa's Hornswoggle | 12/19/1960 | See Source »

WITH this week's portrait of Columnist Sylvia Porter, Vienna-born Artist Henry Koerner, 45, chalks up cover portrait No. 15-a gallery of paintings that have caused some TIME readers to applaud us for printing great art, others to hoot in dismay. One woman was so appalled by the appearance of New York Times Washington Correspondent James Reston (Feb. 15) that she wrote in asking about the state of his health: "The boiled right eye with its drooping lid, the bulbous nose-everything he eats or drinks must disagree with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher, Nov. 28, 1960 | 11/28/1960 | See Source »

...truth that most newspapermen would hoot at in a barroom is one in which most of them also privately believe - that a newspaper is the soul of its city. To Cornelius Tyler, the narrator of Newspaperman Hough's dour novel, the truth is evident, and so is the fact that like other souls, a newspaper can be sold. Well into his 80s and a touch liverish, Tyler writes bitterly - but with enough sense to know why he is bitter - about the decay of a New England newspaper that he once edited, and of the deterioration of the town...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Editor's Elegy | 7/25/1960 | See Source »

These seats, in the bowl end, are inhabited by a motley crew of young (i.e., poor) alumni, our wives and assorted children. The wives have doffed their party garb of Wellesley days and come prepared for the elements. The kids hoot at the referees, opposing players, and other urchins. They eat semi-raw hot dogs and are watered by harried fathers with distressing frequency--usually on a TD play...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FROM THE CHEAP SEATS | 12/10/1959 | See Source »

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