Word: reread
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Only a few months ago I reread some of Steinbeck's books. I was deeply moved by The Crapes of Wrath and delighted by Cannery Row. Probably compassion, humor and good characterization are unsophisticated or passé to the writer of your Steinbeck article [Nov. 2], but a few of us still enjoy them. There are also some of us, incredibly enough, who do not worship at the shrine of Hemingway...
...search of clues of foreboding, many Atlantans reached back to reread cards and letters that their friends had sent, and to recall the last words they had spoken before leaving Atlanta. Housewife Mary Louise Humphreys had written: "I will never be quite the same after this trip. My horizon has widened." Frances Beers, a divorcee, had written to her daughter: "This is the most delightful trip I've ever had. If I should die on this trip, I would die happy." Mrs. Ezekiel Candler, wife of a Coca-Cola Co. executive, had told her daughter...
...text, Kennedy took a speech delivered by Nikita Khrushchev to Communist Party groups in Moscow on Jan. 6, 1961. The President himself had read and reread the speech, memorizing whole passages. He considers it one of the most significant speeches ever made by Khrushchev-indeed, a Red blueprint for eventual world domination. Kennedy urged that every official in the Cabinet Room get a copy of the speech and study it. If some had already grasped Khrush's message, perhaps sooner than the President himself (who in early 1961 entertained some hopes of an accommodation with the U.S.S.R.), there...
...Potomac on the presidential yacht PatrickJ .; the identity of his companions was kept secret. He watched two movies, Tiger Bay and Expresso Bongo, in the White House projection room. And still another night he ordered up a batch of mystery novels for his bedtime reading (the President also recently reread Alfred Duff Cooper's Talleyrand, and declared to friends: "It's a great book"). Finally, at week's end, he flew back to Hyannisport for a few hours with his family...
Broken Life Savers. After an hour inside the sausages, the passengers-who, after years of similar grinding up, are normally calm in such circumstances-began to get restless. Some climbed out and began walking toward the nearest street. Others read and reread their papers, checked the contents of their dispatch cases for minor work undone. Poker and bridge games flourished and waned as some players ran out of money. The thirsty on trains carrying bar cars wedged there into one solid mass, and after all the good stock was gone, they were reduced to drinking warm beer. On one train...