Word: midnighters
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Toward midnight the lights still burned in California's state capitol in Sacramento. Cecil Poole, clemency secretary to Governor Edmund Brown, rummaged through the bales of telegrams that flooded the executive offices. MY DAUGHTERS WILL NOT BE SAFE UNTIL HE IS DEAD, read one. DON'T BE SWAYED BY ALL THE BLEEDING HEARTS, declared another. Then Poole picked up another telegram, read it and reached for the phone. A few minutes later, he carried the wire into the executive mansion and showed it to Governor "Pat" Brown. It was signed by Roy Rubottom Jr., Assistant Secretary of State...
...Tunisia and introduced European notions of marriage and divorce in place of Islamic laws, in which women have little or no rights. Then he set to work on Ramadan, a custom which he believes helps hold Islamic countries in "stagnation, weakness and decadence." Last year in Ramadan he imposed midnight curfew on coffeehouses and other soots where revelers congregated until dawn...
...Gaulle had every reason for weariness and despair. News of the insurrection in Algiers first reached him on Sunday at his country home in Colombey-les-deux-Eglises. When his black Citroën reached the capital shortly before midnight, De Gaulle was greeted by the proffered resignation of Premier Michel Debré, long privately opposed to De Gaulle's offer of self-determination to Algeria. Imperiously, De Gaulle refused Debré's resignation and fired off orders to General Maurice Challe, French commander in chief in Algeria. The orders: finish off the settlers' uprising "during this...
...thinkers always gathered in the Humphrey parlor on Sunday nights, after the Epworth League meeting, for homemade cinnamon rolls and coffee and discussion of the topics of the day. Young Hubert was always a fascinated listener and frequently a precocious participant. "I can never remember going to bed before midnight since I was twelve years old, except when I was sick," he recalls. "There was always talk, talk, talk...
That night, sick of her senseless life and ready for anything, the wife takes a midnight stroll in her nightgown through moonlit meadows. She meets a young archaeologist (Jean-Marc Bory), a chance guest in the house. He kisses her. Suddenly, deliriously, they understand that "this is the real thing''-or so the narrator says. Les amoureux then go back to her room, and with the sound track blaring Brahms (a sextet, naturally) and the camera calmly watching almost everything that happens, they make passionate and explicitly French love 1) in her bed, 2) in the bathtub...