Word: smiled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Whether genuinely baffled, simply supercautious or just plain ornery, U.S. primary voters continue to dangle the presidential nominations tantalizingly beyond the reach of all contenders. A victor's smile and glowing predictions seem only to ensure a comeuppance seven days later. As the primary trail nears an apparently inconclusive end, a clutch of uncommitted delegates to both Democratic and Republican Conventions has been dealt a hot-and potentially decisive-hand. They may well determine the 1976 nominees...
...died on his 16th birthday. Pamela Engstrom, wearing the blue-and-white gingham dress- a gift from her mother-had died the day after her 18th birthday. The victims also included Twins Carlene and Sharlene Engle, 18, who loved to sing songs composed by their mother, Wake and Smile in the Sunshine and Take Pride in America. After their funeral, Sharlene's dusty 1963 Ford station wagon was parked across the street from her home. A FOR SALE sign was in the window...
...down-in-the-mouth rivals, on the other hand, were beginning to smile again-if a little weakly. Two of Hubert Humphrey's never-say-die supporters-Illinois Congressman Paul Simon and New York's Erie County (Buffalo) Democratic chief Joseph Crangle-announced a drive to corral uncommitted delegates and money for him. Said Simon: "There are times when the office must seek the candidate...
...races through a factory or strides down a street. In appearance, there is about this taut, intense, self-sufficient man an anthracite hardness. His nose is bony and defined with a hook that is faintly fierce. His mouth, unlike Jimmy Carter's, does not rest in a smile. Relaxed, it is the mouth of a tennis player who is psyched up and poised, waiting for the serve. He speaks in lean sentences, quoting Aristotle, the Bible, and Dylan Thomas. He tosses erudite quips over the heads of his listeners and so appreciates precision of language that he once signed...
Damp Handshake. He campaigns with an awkward, mechanical passion. "Monckton never thought of handshaking as a personal contact with the electors," Ehrlichman writes. "He was doing all that crap on autopilot." At one point the politically smiling candidate escapes from a crowd at the Waldorf by retreating to an elevator filled with his own staff. Once inside, "his face changed as though he had suddenly broken out of a trance; his smile collapsed, his eyes darkened as if a light had been extinguished...