Word: says
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shadow of Ottawa's National War Memorial one morning last week, three little Canadian boys gravely examined the card on a wreath just placed there by a visitor from the U.S. "What's it say?" asked one. An older passer-by read it for them. "It says," said this man, "'the President of the United States.'" Then he added quietly: "Bless his heart...
...what they want. There are other kinds of wars in which they might gain, with less risk to Soviet survival. They have not allowed nuclear weapons to overshadow conventional arms, and have thus retained their enormous superiority to fight non-nuclear wars, big or little. They say publicly that limited nuclear wars are impossible, but Garthoff believes they have, in theory and in practice, the capability of fighting these...
...Lions are the friendliest people." enthused Harvey ("They call me Cookie") Cook to his wife Harriett as they sipped bourbon and ginger ale in Chicago's Sherman Hotel last week. "Everybody has a name tag on him. You look and see the name and you greet him, say, 'How ya doin!' " Cook's extra big "Keep Smiling" button flashed gaily from his purple and gold vest; the 51-year-old utilities company employee from Beechview, Pa. considered how glad he was to be there, he and Harriett, hitting it off just great with 35,000 friendly...
Businessmen's Lunch. Purring through the crowd was the official Old Monarch himself, 79-year-old Melvin Jones, the man who, as some say, "got the ball rolling" in 1917, when he turned his Chicago businessmen's luncheon club into the founding chapter of Lionism, then quit selling insurance to spend the rest of his life organizing clubs. In those days the luncheon club was primarily a meeting place for businessmen who wanted to meet businessmen. Rotary's pin was reserved for the town's leading man in each line of business; second-ranking Kiwanis, later...
Morris, after long hours in Lamont, hazarded the heresy that James never really did say anything that needed saying, and even if he'd tried, the style would have been in the way. Of course, Morris was a bit naive. He hadn't translated literature into an ontological entity, and terms like "rendition" seemed little more than post facto price tags on genius. Morris, an aristocrat beneath the talcum powder, objected to the idea of fiction which has been the kept woman of the bourgeoise, the Critics. And James was really a critic writing handbooks...