Word: pureed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Pure Soul. Nikita was not in a mood to accept any compromise. Stiffly, he dismissed Ike's statement with the cold rejoinder that it contained no "renunciation" of Francis Powers' flight over Russia, no "expression of regret," and no mention of "punishment for those who are directly responsible." To Western reminders that Russia had a notable espionage record of its own, Khrushchev, an avowed atheist, threw his hands above his head and said: "As God is my witness, my hands are clean and my soul is pure." If he had let Ike come to Russia, he went...
...Forand bill." Quipped another Democrat: "This plan calls for everything except prenatal care for persons over 65." Chairman Wilbur Mills, an Arkansas Democrat who has long supported Ike's crusades for a balanced budget, was boiling mad. So, privately, were the Administration's Treasury and Budget watchdogs ("pure politics"), who had been overruled in the intramural debate...
...Fulbright, chairman of the Foreign Relations Committee, damned the amendment as nothing more than a Zionist pressure group's meddling in U.S. foreign policy-a charge that was indignantly denied by New York's Kenneth Keating, a sponsor of the amendment, who protested that "our motives are pure." The Senate refused to drop the amendment, passed it, along with the entire foreign aid authorization bill...
Polly arrives-a touching sight. Dressed in pitiful scraps "from the missionary barrel," she looks like a poor little match girl down to her last match. But underneath her rags she wears an impenetrable armor of cheerfulness that shines like pure rock candy. When Aunt Polly indifferently sends a maidservant (Olson) to meet her at the train. Pollyanna gurgles to the girl: "I'm glad . . . because now I've got her still coming, and I've got you besides!" When Aunt Polly coldly stows her away in a bare little bedroom in the attic, she runs...
...have no mountains; all might appear one vast, pre-Freudian plane. There are deft, complex exceptions, such as Kentucky's unjustly forgotten Elizabeth Madox (The Time of Man) Roberts, Nevada-bred Walter Van Tilburg (The Ox-Bow Incident) Clark. But generally the regional writer is a landscape artist, pure and psychologically all too simple. What is best in his books is his sense of the soil, of the unspoken drama of work or conflict on the earth. In two new regional novels of the old West, strength again flows from the unspoken...