Word: letting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...after Robert Kennedy died by a bullet, another sort of shooting was taking place in the comics. Encapsulated in his crime-busting space ship, Dick Tracy was just about to let his enemy Intro have it with a laser ray gun. "This is not a no-win game like the sadists play," Tracy shouted at Intro, below him aboard an old-fashioned yacht. "We're out to vaporize you." The strip, carried in 800 newspapers, then concluded with a panel showing a spindly hand, labeled "under world," being bashed by a gold bar. Said the caption: "Violence is golden...
...close that they ran a joint bank account for as long as they were both alive. The brothers' philosophy: Bet on a man with an idea, taking a share in the business while making the loan; leave him alone unless he gets into difficulty; when he prospers, let him pay back the loan (retaining, of course, the share of his business) and turn the money over to another man with an idea...
Last week Biennale artists and revolution-minded students from Madrid, Paris and other points began deplaning in Venice. The students called on the artists to refuse to let their work be shown. In a few cases, they added threats to destroy work on display but surprisingly often the plea alone fell on sympathetic ears. For years, the Biennale has been about as popular as the only roulette wheel in town. Italians complain that the bureaucrats who administer it, under a Fascist law originally enacted in 1927, discriminate against Italian artists whom they dislike. Foreigners gripe about the oversize Italian pavilion...
...explains Jim Stewart, a former banker and country fiddler who heads Memphis' soul-oriented Stax Records. "It's not the moon in June. It's life. Sometimes it's violence and sex. That's the way it is in this world. Sometimes there's animal in it; but let's face it, we've got a lot of animal in us." The difference between Tin Pan Alley and Soul is not hard to define. A conventional tunesmith might write: "You're still near, my darling, though we're apart/ I'll hold you always in my heart." The soul singer...
...tiers behind the altar. Moving in front of a lectern, she closed her eyes and sang: "Precious Lord, take my hand ..." The congregation nodded or swayed gently in their seats. "Sing it!" they cried, clapping hands. "Amen, amen!" Her melodic lines curved out in steadily rising arcs as she let her spirit dictate variations on the lyrics, finally straining upward in pure soul...