Word: misters
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...three passersby looked on indifferently. The woman shouted, writing on the ground....I was beside myself....'Can't four men handle a woman,'I said, 'must they beat her?' I was impressed with the apathy of the spectators. They were ordinary people. 'Don't get angry, Mister,' someone said, 'she's a whore'....The woman was obviously now going through a fit of hysterics. As they were taking her to the police station...she would sit down on the ground every five steps, scream and lift up her clothes, revealing her nakedness, to show the bruises. 'I'm a prostitute...
...late Speaker of the House of Representatives, Sam Rayburn, used to marvel at "those rolling waves of sentiment" that would occasionally engulf the House, abruptly establishing a solid consensus. Last week even Mister Sam might have been surprised at the swift surge of revulsion that swept both chambers of Congress. It came suddenly on Wednesday, eight days after the release of the presidential transcripts. The turn seemed to come with the gathering flow of mail running as much as 10-1 against the President, the opportunity for enough of the busy Congressmen finally to read through much of the transcripts...
...phenomenal selection of films in Cambridge this week. They're biggies--kind of an equivalent to what classical music types call warhorses--including Orson Welles's Citizen Kane, a great movie that critics have built up too much; The Hustler, which seems better and better ("This is Ames, Mister"..."Fat man, you shoot a great game of pool."...); a classic Godard. Everybody knows these films, you can hardly go wrong no matter what you see this week, and the real attraction of the week is Cagney on T.V., so I'll leave space for Farmer Briney. A few oddities worth...
...front. A sergeant of the Soviet Secret police, on horseback, was using a knout on a captured Russian soldier who had served in a German unit. Staggering, the man was naked from the waist up, his torso covered with blood. Suddenly he cried out to Solzhenitsyn in agony: "Mister Captain...
...Mister..." The kid meant...