Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...doing. It is trying to appeal to June graduates, and the traditional come-ons no longer work so well. Good money? They have enough, thank you. Special training? They have had all they want-on campus. An esteemed place in society? Many are not sure, or so they say, that they want to belong to this society...
...airports are already jammed with traffic, and real estate for new ones is scarce and expensive. Even when sufficient open space can be found, local citizens are sure to mount powerful objections to the noise, danger and air pollution of a major modern airport. "A properly located ocean airport," say Gallichio and Dabrowski, "needn't interfere with flight patterns of existing airports or with irreplaceable conservation and recreation areas. It costs nothing to acquire the site, and the airport has unlimited room to expand as traffic increases...
...human infant is susceptible to far more sophisticated instruction than it ordinarily gets during its first months and years. If exposure can teach a baby rat, which to some scientists is not a very reliable creature for experimentation (TIME, Feb. 21), to discriminate between Mozart and Schoenberg, who can say what marvelous stuff can be dinned, just after birth, into the infinitely more malleable human brain...
Parent Development. Although he is deeply hostile to questions about his personal life and refuses to say whether he is married and has children, Ginott's "empathy first" approach stems from solid clinical experience. He has spent nearly 20 years doing therapeutic work with parents and children, and teaches part-time at Adelphi and New York universities. In front of children and parents alike he is known for pulling out a harmonica and zipping through Hebrew folk songs; he has the stand-up comic's uncanny ability to mimic revealing snips of parent-child dialogue...
...viewed as through a Catholic prism darkly. Larger than life, her creations are yet pervaded by an air of death; their clear and dramatic actions nevertheless seem metaphysically resonant, touched by overtones of primitive brooding. Flannery O'Connor's achievement is all the more remarkable?not to say miraculous ?because of her meager literary output. She was just 39 years old when she died five years ago. Incurably ill from the age of 26, she had only been able to publish two short novels (Wise Blood and The Violent Bear It Away) and a single collection of short stories...