Word: logical
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...long spells of fierce, immobile concentration. Suave, dapper New Yorker Crawford, 43, Main Line Philadelphian by origin (he claims to be the only bridge master in the Social Register), is fast and impatient, deliberately tries to confuse opponents by creating an impression of wildness while actually playing with hard logic. He has a habit of staring at opponents with what an old acquaintance calls "the coldest eyes in bridge." Captain of the U.S. team that lost the world championship match to Italy last winter, Crawford is an inveterate gambler, plays poker, canasta, gin and pinochle for money, as well...
...Europe," builder Dirk Flentrop explained to an admiring host, "we don't take customers to see our work. We take them to an organ built two hundred years ago. 'See, it still works!' we say. The old way is the best way .... Logic, not electricity...
...Logic & Flattery. The debates and vote counts that make up the televisable drama of the U.N. add up to only a small part of Delegate Lodge's job. As in the U.S. Senate, most of the real persuading is done in private talks. More important than a flair for public speaking, the U.S.'s delegate to the U.N. must have a flair for private persuasion, whether through logic, browbeating, charm, force of personality, flattery, or any combination of these. Since he has to keep in mind not only tomorrow's vote but the possibly more important votes...
Grant never quite gets around to it, but his creator and prototype, Novelist Willard Motley, regrettably has. In his first, bestselling novel, Knock On Any Door (1947), Motley set out to demonstrate that the path from tenement to electric chair is paved with society's inattentions. The logic was sometimes shaky, but Motley's hoarse bellow of rage was convincing enough to make the indictment stick. In the current novel, his third, Motley stacks his evidence even higher, but he protests too much, and the bellow of rage has cracked to a querulous whimper...
Most Alaskans assumed that as the territory passed into statehood, Governor (by presidential appointment) Mike Stepovich, 39, would stay (by election) right where he is, in Juneau's 30-room executive mansion. The assumption had impelling logic. Mike would run in place -a distinct advantage-and, if elected, could exert sweeping appointive powers to seed the new state offices with Republicans. But the new game of politics in an unborn state is not that logical...