Word: odd
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Thank you for printing, in your admirable Religion section, the New Statesman and Nation's attack on us. It is a choice example of the odd logic of so many of the assailants of our "irrelevant" doctrine and our "decaying" church. "Why should anybody go to church," asks Editor Kingsley Martin [TIME, July 19], "and listen to the Sermon on the Mount, when they know that atom bombs are being made for use?" Why, he asks, listen to the greatest compendium of moral law ever issued, in a time of singular moral lawlessness? In other words, why should anybody...
...unites in the extravagant exchange of buffet-and-cocktail banalities-perhaps the only true international language. Bright Scottish kilts swish past the dull tan of Soviet uniforms; a U.S. admiral's navy blue is lightly brushed by the pastel veils of an Indian sari. Vodka, French wines and odd Eastern European cocktails spill on the oriental rugs from glasses negligently tilted or moved in too hasty gesticulation. There are lavish loads on two great buffet tables: platters of sliced veal and chicken, salads in splendid variety, tidy piles of caviar. In the center of one table is a roast...
Mostly Mental. Most from of the U.S. trackmen-recruited 20-odd states - had met for the first time on the cinders at Evanston, Ill. three weeks ago, or on the trip over. The 1948 squad differed a little from former U.S. teams: the majority of them were ex-G.I.s, many were married, and some had kids at home. At one training table, nobody followed the ancient Greek rule - designed to prevent dyspepsia and headaches - that only the lightest topics be discussed at mealtimes. The conversation volleyed from the high price of neckties to reincarnation (one sprinter wanted to come...
...night before a race. Brown-eyed Shirley Ann Patton, with whom Mel "started going steady" in the seventh grade, would invite friends over, instructing them in advance to talk about everything but track. When Mel went to bed, around midnight, he slept quietly. Next morning, Shirley Ann found odd jobs for him to do, and kept a string of small talk going to stall off thoughts of the race until about 11 o'clock. Then, as they parked two-year-old Susan with grandma and got ready to leave, inside Mel Patton the current would snap...
Quick Turnover. Though the oil strike had turned the peaceful valley into a raucous wildcatters' camp, Cuyama's settlers (30-odd families) had no complaints. Postmaster Eugene Stutz sold his filling station and 13 acres for $125,000 and half interest in any oil found...