Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last April Dr. Vaught called at Jimmy's store, gave him a Bible ("The first New Testament I ever saw," says Jimmy), read him some verses of Scripture. After a revival meeting, Jimmy was converted, joined Immanuel Baptist Church and broke with his segregationist cronies-but refuses to say whether or not he himself is still a segregationist. "I haven't seen one of those men," he says, "since I accepted Jesus as my Saviour." He also gave up smoking, drinking and joyrides in Cadillacs...
...above all through words that the priest must testify, and not by manual labor accomplished among workers as if he were one of them . . . Work in factories or shops is incompatible with a priest's life and aims." Even if a worker-priest could find time to say Mass and perform his other duties, he would still spend time "on manual labor that should be devoted to sacred studies; he is also plunged into a materialistic environment harmful to his own spiritual life and often dangerous to his chastity. He is made to think like his fellow workers...
...parents say they will use savings, 41% anticipate scholarship, 29% will depend on income, 19% hope for loans. Some 28% expect their children to work part time...
...assert our power and not wash any more dishes." One gallant type, glooming behind a dark, straggling mustache, observed that European women "make a man feel 20 feet tall. I just don't get that satisfaction from the American female. She's reluctant to say anything inspiring to me about my appearance or abilities or talents or whatever." It was all so odd that Hostess Esther Williams, an athletic sort and no clinging vine, was moved to comment on one male's observation: "I don't believe he believes a word that he's saying...
...talented young first novelist named H. L. (for Harold Louis) Humes last year produced an almost classic example of the ambitious book that tries to say too much. The Underground City (TIME, May 26, 1958) was at once a war novel, a treatise on right and wrong, an indictment of the human condition. Its 755 pages were too many and too tiring. Now, in less than one-quarter the wordage. Author Humes, 33, has produced a new book that gives off more significance than his first could even suggest...