Word: pound
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Flying Trapeze Sir: TIME made these simple mistakes [in the March 28 story on William Saroyan's play, Sam, the Highest Jumper of Them All}: 1) Sam Hark-Harkalark [not Harkaharka-lark]. 2) 100,000 [not 500,000] defective ?5 [not pound] notes...
...light exerts some pressure, but not much. Even the powerful sunlight glaring in empty space has the pressure of only one billionth of a pound per square inch-roughly equivalent to the weight of two cigarettes pressing on an acre of land. But in the vacuum of space, it was enough to push Vanguard I a mile or so off course over a period of two years. Light pressure is important in astronomy; it forms the tails of comets and is probably responsible for distributing the debris of exploded stars throughout the galaxy. But not until Vanguard I had been...
What all these people are up to even the playwright is not sure. But by last week both he and the cast were almost convinced that Sam is about a bank robbery in which the take includes 500,000 defective pound notes. (A Bank of England cashier named G. O. Dodd has signed them "Good God" by error.) Sam is accused and fired. A priest gets hold of the cash and distributes it to unwed pregnant women who "promise to stop it." Sam develops "delusions of grandeur, paranoia and schizophrenia." and decides that he is the world's greatest...
...undercut by the U.S. Government, which sells surplus raw cotton to foreign manufacturers at cut-rate prices in order to meet world prices. Domestic producers cannot buy this surplus on world cotton markets, are compelled by law to purchase artificially supported U.S.-grown cotton, which sells for 8? per pound more. This has helped foreign textile products to undersell domestic cloth goods, foreign textile manufacturers to increase textile exports to the U.S. by more than 550% since...
There was no fanfare, no fancy set-only an elderly gentleman surrounded by four of his grandchildren in the yard of their home at Pound Ridge, N.Y. It seemed strange to see such a family group gathered anywhere but before a television set. To Poet-Playwright Archibald (J.B.) MacLeish, 67, it was quite natural; he was reading from the works of his late fellow poet, Walter de la Mare, just as MacLeish had read poetry to his own children years...