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Word: slips (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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MOTHER: "Now Daddy, you have to let Johnny decide. You haven't let him slip a word in edgewise and he's probably just busting' his sides waiting to tell us that he wants to become a doctor or a lawyer or something which will make us proud. What is it son don't be afraid, tell Mummy and Daddy what you want to be when you grow...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: 1968 Descends Upon My Head | 7/1/1968 | See Source »

Changed Tactics. The strategist behind the siege is Colonel Tran Dinh Xu, the Communist commander for the capital district. At night, his rocketeers slip to within range of the city, often using, for the sake of speed, crude earthworks and bamboo racks rather than unwieldy launcher tubes to aim their whispering death on Saigon. Easily broken down into sections-a 2-lb. fuse, a 41-lb. warhead and a 59-lb. motor section-the rockets can be carried by porters, are quickly assembled and fired by a crew of only three men. The missiles are not notably precise...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The War: Saigon Under Fire | 6/21/1968 | See Source »

...nether world, the Gnome of Zurich,* whose hunger for gold is only slightly less keen than his appetite for pessimism. The Gnome's credo: Men cannot manage their affairs rationally for very long periods. Hence, politicians promise things that cannot be paid for, trade balances totter, gold reserves slip away, and the dollar faces a crisis of belief...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Auric Mysteries | 6/21/1968 | See Source »

MOTHER: "Now Daddy, you have to let Johnny decide. You haven't let him slip a word in edgewise and he's probably just bustin' his sides waiting to tell us that he wants to become a doctor or a lawyer or something which will make us proud. What is it son, dont be afraid, tell Mummy and Daddy what you want to be when you grow...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: 1968 Descends Upon My Head | 6/12/1968 | See Source »

Connie was beautiful. She smiled when she sang in her clear, almost old fashioned style. The lead was playing cool, yellow shades, and long locks adrift in the wind, he would simply shrug his shoulders when he got bored with a rip and with a graceful change of gears slip into something...

Author: By Stephen D. Lerner, | Title: Pennies for Peace | 5/27/1968 | See Source »

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