Word: letting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...British residents to the fact that it was "handed to them on a platter." Gracefully, round-faced, 54-year-old Prime Minister Tengku (Prince) Abdul Rahman* paid tribute to Britain. "Malaya," said he, "is blessed with a good administration forged and tempered to perfection by successive British administrators. Let this legacy not suffer." He himself was exhilarated, if his people did not outwardly seem so. "I am," he confessed, "as enthusiastic and excited as a child being given...
...seemed at times as if the cops might be needed. Groups of white adults and teenagers wearing "Keep Our White Schools White" buttons passed out racist handbills, and a few people noisily heckled grey-haired School Superintendent William Bass as he toured possible trouble spots ("Why do you let niggers come to our white schools?") But beyond that, 13 little Negroes were allowed, more or less in peace, to register in five of 15 newly desegregated elementary schools. Thus, last week, Nashville became the largest city this year to start along the difficult road to integration...
...Phil Potter, the New York Times's Tillman Durdin, TIME-LIFE'S James Burke (who was a TIME-LIFE correspondent in Peking from 1947 io 1949). This week Radio Peking gave an answer that started some of them unpacking again. The Dulles decision to let U.S. newsmen into China, said the broadcast, is "completely unacceptable to the Chinese people"-unless. The unless: U.S. agreement to invite Chinese Communist correspondents on a reciprocal basis...
...second round the balding apple-knocker from the Yakima Valley let loose a looping right, and it caught the champion, high on the cheek. For four satisfying seconds, the thin crowd in Seattle's Sick's Stadium sensed that it might be getting its money's worth. There was World Heavyweight Champion Floyd Patterson on the canvas. Perhaps this amateur challenger named T. Peter Rademacher had a professional punch after all. It was all so surprising that Referee Tommy Loughran was as flustered as Floyd. He forgot to count...
...sweat pebbled his forehead as he stole a shy half-glance at the strangers. Abruptly, like a swimmer surfacing for a gasp of air, he got up, grabbed his drink and pivoted toward an untenanted dining area in the rear, taking his tablemates in tow with the muttered words: "Let's eat in the back and get away from these people...