Word: ironed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...colleges all over the country. A teacher at Adelphi University in Garden City, N.Y., who traveled to Cuba last summer, has been fired by the "rich, conformist businessmen on its board of trustees." The New York branch of the May Second Movement has been subjected to "attempted intimidation" and "iron-fisted procedure" at the hands of a New York Grand Jury which subpoenaed several of its members in connection with the Harlem riots last summer...
...Vatican? Currently, Pope Paul VI and his diplomats are busier than usual negotiating with East European regimes, taking advantage of small but subtle indications that satellite Communist governments might consent to give a bit more spiritual breathing room for a portion of the 65 million Roman Catholics behind the Iron Curtain...
...aces were recorded in 1964 alone. The odds against just any amateur's getting one are computed at 6,000 to 1. But the lightning can strike willy-nilly. Last year's initiates included an 84-year-old retired businessman from California (No. 8 iron, 110-yd. hole), a nine-year-old Little Leaguer from North Carolina (No. 3 iron, 157-yd. hole), and a Texas housewife who was eight months pregnant when she dubbed a No. 6-iron shot into the cup on a 125-yd. hole...
...Iron Cage. They speak, unhappily, too seldom. Poet Larkin writes his lines at a rate that might embarrass an arthritic tree sloth-four short poems a year, and he usually throws one of them away. In his entire career he has published (aside from two youthful novels) only three books of verse, containing fewer than 100 poems. The Less Deceived, published in 1955, was the blazing eruption of a young volcano, the work of a brilliant man discovering in disorder what he could do. The Whitsun Weddings is a prepared descent into the simmering crater of middle age, the work...
...judge by his poetry, Larkin is anything but brown and passionless. Larkin has blood in his eye and a shout in his throat, but his emotions are caged in an iron ordinariness of language, and the cage is caged in an intricate grille of rhyme and meter. By dint of prodigious effort and still more prodigious skill, Larkin marvelously merges form and content. The bars and his imprisoned emotions disappear; in their stead a poem stands...