Word: likes
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Glaring in the darkness like some colossal firework, a 98-ft. rocket blasted off a launching pad at Cape Canaveral, Fla. one night last week. As it zoomed skyward, trailing a gaudy glow of reds and greens, a watcher in the Canaveral blockhouse gasped out an awed, unscientific tribute: "Isn't she beautiful...
...American public is not going to stand for what we have been doing much longer," said Kansas Farm Bureau President W. I. Boone last week. "The public is not going to keep on putting out money without getting results." Like many another leader in the wheat-corn belt, Boone recognized that farmers have just about harvested their way to the end of public patience with a farm subsidy program that now costs a scandalous $6.6 billion a year and gets worse with each crop (current Government-owned surplus: $9 billion...
Looking out of her picture window one morning last week, Mrs. Morris Courington, wife of a Chicago merchandising executive, helplessly worried about the model suburban home going up across the street. "It just can't happen in Deerfield," she said. "It just can't." Like almost everybody else in Deerfield (pop. 10,000), a handsome, new North Shore suburb, June Courington was outraged by a homebuilder's plan to sell roughly one-fifth of an adjacent 51-home development to Negroes. That night her husband joined 600-odd other homeowners in a march on the town board...
...that she too lived in Cremona, across the Po River from his café. Plunging wholeheartedly into the timeless rituals of Lombard courtship, Francesco promenaded beneath her window, cultivated her friends and relatives, encountered her "by chance" when she went strolling. Angela played her part by being good, like a signorina should. When they met, she would say politely, "Buon-giorno, Signor Ghizzoni" and coolly ignore his urgings to "call me Francesco." He asked for a date, and Angela refused. He sent her gifts. Angela returned them...
...Blinders. Francesco shifted his assault to her parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. "I'm well off," he said. "I have a good character. Angela will be happy with me." Sadly, Angela's relatives reported: "She isn't interested. She doesn't like you." But Francesco wore the blinders of true love. Meeting Angela on the street, he would say imploringly, "I'm still waiting for an answer. When will you marry me?" At first, she ignored him; then she snapped: "Stupid! Imbecile!" To her friends she said: "I admit he's a good...