Word: queue
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...biggest failure has been in not building enough new hospitals. Most of those it inherited were built before 1900. Many lack central heating and use sooty, coal-burning fireplaces to give a grudging, uneven heat. Some have no elevators, or plumbing is so scarce that nurses and male patients queue up for the same toilets. Except for wartime "temporary" units, Britain had not opened a single new hospital in 19 years until 1958. has opened only eleven since then. Outside a Midlands city stands a fading 1938 sign, "Site for new maternity hospital," but no hospital...
...border restrictions during the holidays. As distinct from West Berliners, West Germans can still enter East Berlin if they have sufficient stamina and persistence. Hundreds lined up as Vopos pawed over their grey identification cards. "Do you always have to wait this long?" asked a man in the queue. A woman answered: "No. They're just making it hard for us. They want us to think twice before we come here again...
...deliver a crushing blow to Western prestige. Parke-Bernet (pronounced Eer-net) issued about 850 tickets for seats and standing room in the main gallery, but almost twice as many people showed up on the big night, and tickets were selling for $50 on the black market. A queue began forming on the sidewalk more than an hour before the auction was to begin; not only Parke-Bernet's main gallery, but also three others, equipped with closed-circuit TV, were jammed to overflowing. Everyone from Billy Rose to Paul Mellon, from Perle Mesta to Director James Rorimer...
Tonight is Saturday night. There will be a queue around the block of the University Theater. The Brattle will have standing room only. But the Loeb Drama Center will be deserted as usual, except for a new technicians and the faithful band of HDC members who come regularly to gossip and just hang around...
...Salinger depicting him as the solitary worker at the loneliest of the creative arts brought home the fact that those of us who thought ourselves solitary admirers of Salinger are, on the contrary, members of a vast crowd. Writing is a quiet art-its audience does not queue up at a Carnegie Hall or a Guggenheim Museum. But the Salinger who interprets the singular and lonely person trying to stay intact amidst the reality of thousands must feel as out of place facing the thousands...