Word: lows
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...strong civil rights bill, culminating in the Little Rock crisis. While Ike held to 65% in the East, 63% in the Midwest and 62% in the West, his rating in the South plunged from its 72% of last January, and its 51% of last July, to an all-time low...
...first afternoon at the Point, with his grey hat pulled low against a chill drizzle, Ike plodded up and down the sidelines of Michie Stadium, watching the Army plebe football team play Colgate freshmen. "I don't like that. I don't like that at all. Let's put the cork in the bottle," he exclaimed as a Colgate back cracked through for yardage. The President, who once coached the plebe team, grinned broadly when Army hung onto a 12-7 lead until the final whistle. Next morning he fidgeted nervously outside the hotel waiting...
...education in the hands of capable private French teachers. "I want you to treat my children like other children," the Sultan said. "Call the girls by their title (i.e., Lalla), but punish them if their work is bad." The teachers took the Sultan at his word. If marks were low, the Sultan took away privileges such as attendance at palace movies, sometimes administered deserved slaps to the royal bottoms. Like her brothers and sisters, Aisha was haughty, impish and possessed with enormous-if sometimes disoriented-drive and energy. The children used to drive their father's councilors to distraction...
...last week Thorneycroft's austere measures (tightened credit, a ceiling on investment) were beginning to take effect. As he had planned, the pulse of the economy beat slower. The London stock market dipped to a three-year low. Bankers advised clients to postpone expansion plans. In some industries production had already begun to sag. Last week Thorneycroft slashed government investment still further by cutting back allocations for nuclear power plants, modernization of railroads and slum clearance...
...those breezy, mass-aimed, gag-and-garter comedies that now and then run for a year or more, Fair Game boasts a decidedly helpful production. Sam Levene is a deft low-comedy actor, Ellen McRae a fresh and attractive heroine, Robert Webber a likably convincing hero. They endow the show's better scenes with life and laughs, and Playwright Locke has a knack for bright broad lines. But bad hobbles after good, and crude latches onto clever in a shamelessly oversolicitous, never-change-the-subject exploitation of the girl-who-cries-wolf theme. Fair Game not only tosses...