Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rule on Judge Lemley's original decision. "The way the case stands," said Marshall, "there must be a definitive decision, so that in Arkansas there will be no doubt that the orders of the court cannot be interfered with ... by obstructionists and mob action . . ." Finally, just before he sat down, Thurgood Marshall's voice broke. "When a bank is robbed you don't close the bank," he cried. "You put the bank robbers in jail...
...crossroads in this important question. The people of the country are entitled to a definitive statement from the court as to whether force and violence will prevail ... In some places school integration will take time, longer time than in others . . . But you must have a start." Throughout, the chamber sat quiet, the justices immobile, Thurgood Marshall with a slight scowl. Little Rock's Superintendent Virgil Blossom and Arkansas' Democratic Senator William Fulbright (on hand as a friend of the court to ask for more time in Little Rock) staring somberly ahead. Lee Rankin continued: "I am confident that...
...burden. Brownell carefully compiled all the ideas in a little black notebook. "Why don't you give it to the President?" asked Milton. Brownell hesitated; weeks of polishing, he said, would be required. "Herb," Milton persisted quietly, "why don't you give it to him now?" Brownell sat silent for a moment, then handed the notebook to a presidential aide...
...race. "We got to settle this right now, Doc," said Horse Trader Hancock as Round Table headed for the starting gate. "The price may go up after the race-or I might not sell at all." Veterinarian Peters quickly agreed to buy ("soundest horse I ever examined")-and then sat back to watch Round Table finish out of the money. When Trainer Molter finally showed up, he thought the colt looked discouragingly small. Says he: "If I had been there on time, I might not have bought...
...opening night at the Edinburgh Festival last week, the author (who will be 70 this month) sat in the audience holding hands with his 31-year-old wife, his former secretary whom he married a year and a half ago. That scene offered a clue to the proceedings onstage. More than any of his previous plays, or most of his poems, T. S. Eliot's The Elder Statesman extols love. Compared to The Cocktail Party and The Confidential Clerk-intellectual avocados spiky with Greek myths and Christian mysticism-Eliot's latest seems as simple as the peach that...