Word: shouted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Probably it's my own fault for not enunciating more clearly. The word I actually used was civility, which is much more important for universities today than stability. Civility becomes increasingly vital if university people-faculty, students and administration-are to discuss instead of demand, reason rather than shout, mutually respect rather than mutually recriminate, depend on ideas for persuasion rather than four-letter words, and confer with rather than confront each other...
...well as women-out of seemingly ordinary personal feelings. She rebelled against presidential polls, for instance, because "I fiercely resent being told what I am going to do. It makes me suspect I may be being programmed. There is only one of Me,' I want to shout...
Only a year ago, Wisconsin's Senator Gaylord Nelson said in a moment of frustration: "We all know that the two biggest words in the English language are 'national defense.' If you just shout them loud enough, you are in the clear. It is just plain unpatriotic to question any appropriation for national defense. Defense against what? It does not matter. Just utter the magic words." Nelson's complaint was not considered much of an exaggeration ?only a year ago. Now, suddenly, the words seem to have lost their magic. Now another Senator notes that wherever he goes...
...determine the truth, and I will settle for that. You are not here to protect my reputation." Well aware of his worth, he was not falsely humble, but the bravura of a MacArthur, a Patton or a Montgomery distressed his sense of proportion. He did not need to shout, and as General of the Army or President he betrayed not the slightest trace of pretension or vainglory. There was, to be sure, a terrible temper, but as Field Marshal Lord Montgomery, a former subordinate and sometime critic of Eisenhower, said last week, "He had only to smile...
...slacks (admittedly a few wear skirts) stroll about in threes, in fives, push their way into the church. But the nave is crowded. The old women took their places early on Easter eve. They snap at each other and the girls come out. They circle around the courtyard, shout insolently, call each other from afar, and inspect the small green, pink and white flames lit outside the windows of the church and beside the tombs of canons and bishops. As for the boys-tough and mean-looking-all have an air of victory (though what victories, except perhaps knocking...