Word: leans
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...right, friends," said T.U.C. Boss Arthur Deakin, bluff, levelheaded general secretary of Britain's biggest union (Transport and General Workers). "Now you're going to hear from the other side." A lean Liverpudlian, Tom Williamson, boss of the 800,000 General and Municipal Workers, pitched in with the counterattack: "All over Europe, people are scared-who by? Not by Britain or her Allies, but by the Soviet Union." Mineworkers' Leader Ernest Jones chipped in with rough-hewn Socialist logic: "If British miners were called upon to rearm in the interest of American capitalism and the Tory party...
...Senate committees (Foreign Relations, Banking & Currency and Small Business). His conduct at meetings has rarely varied. He begins by reading a newspaper, then falls into what seems to be a peaceful snooze. When the contending factions have shouted themselves into a near temper, John Sparkman will open his eyes, lean forward and quietly tell the most belligerent group: "We've got to give consideration to that ..." Then, displaying knowledge of the facts which had apparently put him to sleep, Sparkman will work toward a practical, mutually acceptable solution...
Part of the trouble, says Davis, longtime (ten years) political reporter and editorial writer on the New York Times, comes from an "overemphasis on speed" -the rush to be first with the news. But a more basic reason is that U.S. newspapers, pursuing the ideal of "objectivity," "lean over backward so far that it makes the news business merely a transmission belt for pretentious phonies." Most newspapers, says Davis, still cling to the rule that news columns must print only as many sides or facts of an issue as a reporter has found. Interpretation must be kept on the editorial...
Britain was not quite prepared for lean, well-weathered (57) Tennis Coach Eleanor ("Teach") Tennant and her apple-cheeked San Diego prodigy, Maureen ("Little Mo") Connolly. Expecting to greet the same girlish, hard-playing bobby-soxer who wept with joy last September over winning the U.S. Women's title, English tennis fans were soon puzzling over a change in Little Mo. By the time she walked on to Wimbledon's center court last week for the Women's Singles finals, it was obvious what it was: Little Mo had changed into Killer Connolly...
High Noon combines its points about good citizenship with some excellent picturemaking. Carl (Champion) Foreman's screenplay is lean and muscular, and as noteworthy for its silences as for its sounds. And Fred (The Men) Zinnemann's direction wrings the last ounce of suspense from the scenario with a sure sense of timing and sharp, clean cutting. The picture builds from 10:40 a.m. to its high noon climax in a crescendo of ticking clocks, shots of the railroad tracks stretching long and level into the distant hills and of the hushed, deserted streets of Hadleyville. Throughout...