Word: reared
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Mansfield maintains that "the social sciences generally have not been at the rear of the movement toward grade inflation...
...involved in what our State Department does," says Rear Admiral Forrest Petersen, Task Force 60's commander, when asked about the fleet's potential role in any possible U.S. action against the Middle East oilfields. "We simply stand ready to follow orders." Petersen has no doubt that with the amount of weaponry now assembled in the Mediterranean, a pitched battle between U.S. and Soviet fleets, which no one expects, would be awesome in cost. "A conflict would be pretty bloody, no question about that. An awful lot of people would get hurt," he says. "But I am convinced...
...load of orphans andaccompanying adults. Less than an hour later, the plane crashed in a paddy, killing 206 of the more than 300 passengers aboard. Last week TIME learned that Government investigators have agreed on the probable cause of the disaster: a defective latch on the door of the rear loading platform...
...said it couldn't be done. I thought you couldn't beat the American press," chided retired Rear Admiral Jackson R. Tate, 77, who had just emerged from 18 days of seclusion with his daughter, Soviet Actress Victoria Fyodorova, 29. The child of a wartime love affair between Tate, then a U.S. naval captain in Moscow, and Actress Zoya Fyodorova, Victoria met her father for the first time on March 23. Her visit to the U.S., and the pair's successful retreat to a Florida hideaway, had been arranged and paid for by the gossipy National Enquirer...
...fugitive Servian captain has clambered through her window and taken refuge in her boudoir. Hoo-ha! What's more, H. Rodney Clark's Bluntschli is such a card, and Anne K. Ames's Raina such a flighty creature, that the Shavian prospect of sincere and kindly intercourse never dares rear its gentle graying cranium on stage during the next 90 minutes. What does appear is a shallow but lively confrontation between the bombastic Bulgarians and an unflappable Bluntschli, the production packaged appropriately in Scott Joplin ragtime and stage directions that divest the original of any subtlety of humor...