Word: marches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ARMIES OF THE NIGHT, by Norman Mailer. The author's "egoism of curious disproportions" casts him as the logorrheic mock hero of last fall's peace march on the Pentagon, resulting in a literary tour de force that owes less to journalism than it does to the novelist's gift for relevant distortion...
Both students and professors have been critical of ranking and grade averaging for many years, primarily because job recruiters regard them as the most important criteria for employment. In a memorandum circulated in March, the Joint Committee charged, "When such substantial differences in class rank [as detailed above] depend on such a trivial difference in averages, students can only be encouraged to make grades into a fetish...
...March deficit was caused in part by the long copper strike, an eleven-day New York dock strike, and by steel stockpiling as a hedge against a possible steel strike in August. While the outlook for the year as a whole is by no means so dismal-Washington has all but abandoned hope of reaching President Johnson's goal of fattening the U.S. trade account by $500 million in 1968. Says a top Commerce Department official: "We'll be lucky if we can hold the '67 surplus...
...ample exposure in Harper's magazine and Commentary, it is widely known by now that this is Mailer's attempt to build a Washington monument by providing a step-by-step account of what in the present perspective seems like a decidedly minor news event: the peace march and militant demonstration in Washington last October. Mailer does indeed cover all the accepted journalistic steps, from the ceremonial handing-in of draft cards at the Department of Justice to the activists' vain roughhouse attempts to storm the Pentagon...
...cordoned off Low and are trying to starve the demonstrators out. We decide to break the blockade. We plan tactics on a blackboard and go, shaking hands with those staying behind as though we might not be back. There are 30 of us with three cartons of food. We march around Low, making our presence known, and spontaneously and at the wrong tactical place the blacks we have in front jump into the jock line. I go charging through the gap with my box of grapefruit and quickly become upon the ground, or, more accurately, on top of two layers...