Word: horizon
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...surface show only because of the shadows that they cast in slanting sunlight. But the moon is more rugged than Afghanistan; when earthly astronauts land there, they will need the best possible contour maps to guide them through the precipitous mountains that hide just over the lunar horizon. Last week NASA's moon pioneers were beginning to plot their first explorations, using an entirely new set of maps made by the Army Corps of Engineers that shows the jagged surface in astonishing detail...
That Interview. By then, about the only cloud-and it was little more than a speck-left on Goldwater's horizon was the publication of a June 30 interview with a reporter from Der Spiegel, a West German weekly newsmagazine. In that interview, Goldwater was asked if he thought that he could defeat Lyndon Johnson. He replied: "If you asked that question as of now-and I always like to answer political questions as of now-no. I don't think any Republican can, as of now ... I don't think I'd be rash enough...
Many such horizon-widening studies for U.S. nuns are planned and sponsored by the Sister Formation Conference, an organization successfully dedicated to raising the educational standards of the nation's 104,000 teaching nuns. Says Sister Bertrande Meyers of Missouri's Marillac College, which runs a year-round training program for the conference: "We prepare nuns for the 21st century...
...push at the moment," predicts John Henry Martin, superintendent of schools in Freeport, L.I., "will eventually force the public school system into running nursery schools. And the only thing on the horizon with the theoretical base and the classroom hardware for a modern nursery is the Montessori system." Adds Nancy Rambusch: "We've come full circle. We're back with the slum kids Maria Montessori started with...
...action begins to surge against the eye-filling sweep of Natal's brooding, beautifully photographed Drakensberg Mountains. Soon an insidious clacking sound echoes through the surrounding hills. It is the primitive, awful din of short-stabbing spears hammered against rawhide shields. Now the threat becomes palpable. Across the horizon stretches a line of warriors clad in animal skins and necklaces of baboon teeth, wailing "Usuto! Usuto!" (Kill! Kill!) The first wave sacrifices itself to test British fire power; then on they come, wave after wave, lunging, hacking, dying. For all but the squeamish, it is a grisly good show...