Word: plea
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Stop the Music! In Gallup, N. Mex., the Gallup Inter-Tribal Indian Ceremonial Association, after several weeks of rainy weather, sent out a plea to Pueblo Indians to cancel plans for some of their rain dances...
...contempt of Congress, the Teamsters' Vice President Brewster, goon companion of Teamster Boss Dave Beck, claimed that he had purged himself by later appearing before the special McClellan committee and telling how he had used Teamsters' money to finance, among other things, his racing stables. Despite this plea, made before a federal judge in Washington, Handsome Frank was convicted (TIME, July 8), and last week he got the maximum penalty for contempt of Congress: a year in jail and a $1,000 fine...
...replied that under the 1920 Treaty of Sib (which the British have never published), the Imam, "a religious leader," had won a measure of autonomy, but that the Sultan was still sovereign over all of Muscat and Oman, and that therefore Britain was within its rights in answering his plea for help. The British pointed out tellingly that none of the Arab states now rushing to the Imam's defense had bothered to grant recognition to him in the two years since he established a rebel headquarters in Cairo...
...complain that he starts off practically every argument with the words, "My union will . . ." Along with belligerence he has shown a notable power to sway labor audiences-sometimes by what the London Sunday Times worriedly calls "feline capacity for destructive argument." When Cousins scornfully rejected Harold Macmillan's plea to address the T.U.C. last fall on wage restraint ("What does he think we are? A film festival?"), the congress loosed its loudest approving roar in years. Toward Common Sense. As deeply anti-Communist as Ernie Bevin was, Cousins is unwilling to leave the present cry for higher wages...
...balloon was down to 68,400 ft., and the temperature inside the gondola dropped to 34° F. Simons pulled on a warming suit over his figure-hugging space suit, dumped some ballast (including two spent batteries), and climbed back to safety. An hour before sunrise, he radioed a plea to the ground: "I've got to get some sleep!" Permission was granted; the gondola, conditioned by pressurized oxygen, helium and nitrogen, was awesomely hushed. "It's like no earthly quiet," he reported. "On earth there are always traffic sounds and dogs barking or the wind just whistling...