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Word: mother (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Sirhan's 56-year-old mother, Mary Sirhan, helped explain her son's rage, telling of a baby born in Jerusalem amid the turmoil of war-torn Palestine. When Arab fought Jew in 1948, the street before their home became a barbed-wire no-man's-land. As a toddler, Sirhan had witnessed a terrorist bombing, and one of his brothers was killed by a car speeding to outrun hostile gunfire. From modest comfort, the family was reduced to the mindless misery of refugees. It was, Sirhan insisted, a tragedy that had transformed him into a rootless...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Trials: Death Without Dread | 3/14/1969 | See Source »

...stalled vehicle over to the side of the road. Humphrey then smiled in on the lady and her daughter. The woman pondered the familiar face. "Are you from the bank?" she asked. "Madam," offered the Secret Service man, "this is the Vice President." "Of what?" countered the lady. "Mother," whispered the daughter, "that's the man we voted for in the election." Mother peered more closely. "Nonsense," she said. "You don't look a bit like Lyndon Johnson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Mar. 14, 1969 | 3/14/1969 | See Source »

...cannot help but say that Huey P. Newton is the baddest mother fucker ever to set foot inside of history...

Author: By Clyde Lindsay, | Title: The Man | 3/13/1969 | See Source »

Debby Eranke and Connie Wilkinson, Blood's girls, do very nicely with such characters as a dumb stewardess, Jesus' Jewish mother, and a middle-aged busybody who tells a blind man that "Helen Keller was a credit to your race." Nelson O'Brien glides through one of the truest David Susskind impressions ever--sanctimonious stupidity carried to the infinite degree...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: Blood | 3/8/1969 | See Source »

...major difficulty with the play is that the central character, who supposedly takes up where Mother Courage left off, is miscast. Emme Davidson is simply too healthy for the role. Wrapped in black, reclining on a couch, and sentenced to deliver her lines in a self-righteous singsong, she's like Truman Capote in drag. Well, let's just say Truman Capote period, and leave it at that...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: The Turncoats & The Last War's End | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

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