Word: podium
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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There was plenty of talking when the tribes gathered in Washington again, but unlike Finley, who was booed off the podium, most of the people there thought it was important. It's gotten to be kind of a regular thing: every six months or so, a bunch of anti-war types get together to plan the spring offensive against the war, or the fall offensive against the war. They come and talk about the new horrors of the war, and renew acquaintances with other activists they haven't seen since the last conference. And then they go home to mobilize...
When Egypt's President Anwar Sadat approached the podium of the National Assembly in Cairo last week, barely a day remained before the ceasefire between his country and Israel was due to expire. He ended the suspense quickly. As long as there was "genuine progress" toward peace, he said Egypt would "abstain from firing." On hearing the news from Cairo, an Arab waiter in an East Jerusalem hotel burst into the bar and happily told his patrons (mostly Israelis): "We've got at least thirty more days...
...crowd was ready for a tour de force. Dressed in a green evening gown with matching coat, Martha went to the podium, issued a little squeal and began her monologue. Pausing, she whipped out a little red telephone, dialed and said: "Hello, is this United Press International? Hurry and get me Isabelle Hall [one of Mrs. Mitchell's telephone friends]. Isabelle? This is Martha. No, I'm not in a canoe. I'm at the Sheraton Park. I can't talk very loud because John is listening...
...other decanters were awarded to "lucky letter" holders in the audience. As the evening closed, Martha Mitchell seemed especially reluctant to relinquish the stage. For 40 minutes, as impatient waiters flicked the ballroom lights on and off and collected the centerpieces from the tables, Mrs. Mitchell stood on the podium signing autographs, repeating over and over, "I love it. I love...
...more than finished our Faculty Club ice cream than blacks joined the attack. Whites originally sat in silence. Styron, more articulate on paper than from the podium, may have hurt his cause in attempting reconciliations where he might have more profitably fought. Drinks flowed on like the Danube. Voices raised. Temperatures climbed. Whites galloped to Styron's defense. Blacks escalated the tempo. Instant polarizations. Insanity. The black man most critical of Styron's permitting Nat Turner to secretly desire a white woman was himself escorting a stunning blonde. As moderator, I equivocated where I meant to be "objective" or "fair...