Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Dick Russell: "You are dealing with the most sensitive thing in the Senate-seniority." But Russell was not quite right: the most sensitive thing in the Senate was Lyndon Johnson, and his instinct told him to go ahead. Says he: "I pushed in my stack." Not only did Johnson somehow make senior Democrats feel like statesmen in giving up their preferment, but he won the lasting gratitude of the younger Senators.* Says Mike Mansfield, now the assistant Democratic leader: "He gave us a chance to blossom...
Paul Gibson, 50, a breezy, blond-mustached one-man show, sings no songs, spins no disks, reads no news, conducts no interviews, but manages somehow to keep 23 sponsors happily shelling out for his 13 mellifluous hours a week over Chicago's WBBM. A self-styled "word jockey," Gibson just talks, about anything from sex to Sputniks. After 16 glib years on radio, he is now also talking on TV. "Don't bother to look at me," he assures fans on his 45-minute daily early-morning show. "I'll tell you if something is on-camera...
...finally there are the Others--those who are "in trouble," as the euphemism goes, who must somehow be fitted in somewhere by somebody so the clubs can again point with pride to the precious statistic of 100%--"100% of those wishing to join a club did so"--the number by which alone the system can be justified. It must be able to claim the fact of 100%, no matter how often or how strangely 100% must be re-defined...
...everyone who was inside has gone home now and the porch has long been growing chilly, the one-hundred percenters are permitted to move into the Ivy dining room. They can see the silver candelabras now and the rows of empty bottles. Prospect had electric lights and beer tonight. Somehow the number dwindles to thirty-five as the discouraging hours pass, then six give way and trudge toward Prospect, and another six are placed as a few clubs each make the sacrifice and each consent to admit one lone hundred percenter (there to be pariah or sycophant for who knows...
Nonaddicts of historical fiction who may encounter The Winthrop Woman will probably experience the half-foolish, half-public-spirited emotions of citizens who have been cajoled into playing a part in some commemorative pageant: there is a good deal of history around, but somehow it seems to have got lost amid the fuss, feathers and false whiskers...