Word: pasts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Communist world, ritual requires that the losers be brought forth to confess their errors, praise their vanquishers and-possibly-face the consequences. So far Khrushchev has decreed that Old Bolshies need not die, but just fade away. But the acrid gun smell of the past lurks around the Kremlin, and last week Nikita Khrushchev invoked another ritual of the Stalinist era: the public recantation, admitting to mistakes so that the boss may escape the rap for them...
...hood, hammering on the windshield with his shoe. A large stone cracked the glass after the boy was pulled off. Again the car sliced through the crowd, was nearly cut off by a herd of cattle but, after colliding heavily with a cow, slipped past. All along the route to the embassy it was met by a barrage of mud, stones and assorted filth. Further back waved crudely lettered signs: "Go home, little dog Rountree." "Rontry, do not step on our beloved land with your bloody feet!" Waiting at the embassy gate was a truckload of mobsters chanting, "Go home...
...only way to determine how the universe is developing is to study how it has developed in the past. Astronomers look backward in time by looking outward in space. The best optical telescope can see galaxies that are 2 billion light-years away, i.e., with light that left them (at a travel speed of 186,300 miles per second) when they were 2 billion years younger than they are now. But 2 billion years is a comparatively short backward leap into the cosmic past, does not reveal enough evidence of change to prove or disprove either theory...
...show: Davy Jones, about a shipwrecked boy who hunts for buried pirate treasure at the bottom of the sea. To get ready for the road (New England), the Bairds worked 14 hours a day last week, and as for the past 21 years they worked at home: a bright onetime stable in an upper West Side district. Before the Bairds, a previous tenant was Prohibition Bootlegger "Dutch" Schultz, who left it to Baird to dig highjackers' bullets out of the walls...
...quiet moments the din at the Forum is incessant. But the normal noise level increases to a rafter-raising roar when an aging, sharp-featured wingman with deep-set flashing jet-black eyes and a mop of black hair cuddles the puck to his stick, nurses it past enemy defenders, skillfully fakes the goalie out of position and flicks the rubber disk into the cage. Shouts of "Rocket, Rocket" fill the air in delirious tribute to Joseph Henri Maurice Richard, the greatest player in modern hockey history...