Word: milquetoasts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Though Snedden had been derided by one of his critics as a Milquetoast who "couldn't go two rounds with a revolving door," he has, in fact, turned out to have a distinct knack for political combat. He has unexpectedly put the more charismatic Whitlam on the defensive by his broadsides against Whitlam's abrasive policies. In foreign affairs, Snedden has accused Whitlam of needlessly alienating Australia's two closest friends, the U.S. and Britain, and has promised a more traditional, pro-Western policy...
...Oval Office must be protected. His goals are our goals, and no one in his right mind should prevent him from implementing them. Just do not push impeachment, because the country will not have it. Pushing our leader into a corner will only make a milquetoast President, which this country does not need or want...
...attack; in Bel Air, Calif. After a short career as a nightclub comic and Broadway actor, Cox found stardom when his portrayal of the bungling, mild-mannered science teacher, Robinson Peepers, became a hit in 1952. After the show folded three years later, Cox was unable to shake his Milquetoast stereotype. His slow slide was only slightly interrupted by a short-lived TV situation comedy, minor movie roles, commercials and a stint as a game-show panelist...
Should she be married? Would it make any difference? And what would the husband's role be as First Gentleman? Would male voters make uncomfortable jokes about who would be wearing the pants in the White House? Milquetoast or Machiavelli? When Alabamians elected the late Lurleen Wallace Governor in 1966, they knew they were actually voting for George. Presumably Americans would know their candidates so well that they would not elect a woman whose husband would be the power behind the throne. Of course, there could be no double standard in the White House: axiomatically, Calpurnia's husband...
...back to Switzerland for refuge without fuss or rancor. Politics did not interest him, and his life-style scarcely changed. With his tabby cats, his violin, and his watercolors hung out to dry like dish towels on a clothesline in his studio, Klee had always seemed like the Caspar Milquetoast of the avantgarde. From boyhood, he had managed to ignore or bypass every emotional crisis that might have distracted him from his art. He shrugged off the end of one love affair with Teutonic priggishness. "Since only a few weak poems in the popular vein remained of that adventure...