Word: son
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...DRAGON OF AN ORDINARY FAMILY, by Margaret Mahy, illustrated by Helen Oxenbury (Watts; $4.95). "Dragon, Housetrained, Unusual Pet, Very Cheap, 50?," or so the sign said when Mr. Belsaki, the father of the ordinary family, went out to purchase an ordinary pet for son Gaylord. With considerable help from attractively grotesque illustrations, both the dragon and Belsaki's life soon expand on an extraordinary scale...
That is why some of the parents of the men of C Company found their deeds so incomprehensible. "Why did they have to take my son and do that to him?" asked Mrs. Myrtle Meadlo, mother of Paul David. "I raised him as a good boy, and they made a murderer out of him." Paul's father, Tony, had a more forceful view. "If it had been me out there, I would have swung my rifle around and shot Calley instead ? right between the goddam eyes. Then there would have been only one death." Others prefer not to face...
...Communist terrorism is carried out at random. Thousands of Vietnamese have died in well-planned massacres. In 1967, Montagnard tribesmen, who had fled the Communists a year earlier, were set upon in their new home at Dak Son 75 miles northeast of Saigon. Six hundred Viet Cong, 60 of them armed with flamethrowers, invaded the village, setting fire to the huts and shooting the inhabitants as they fled their burning homes, then executing 60 survivors of the assault. Altogether, 252 unarmed Montagnards, nearly all of them women and children, were murdered, 100 kidnaped, 500 listed as missing...
...contrast to Terrell is Harvard's number two man, Fritz Hobbs. "Hobbs has a distinctive style all his own," Barnaby said. The former Olympic crew member "gets on top of his opponent and pummels him." Barnaby said. "He's a big son-of-a-gun, and he just hits hard and pushes right at his opponents. It's like expecting a snowstorm and suddenly getting hit by an avalanche...
Horse opera. Clever don't you think? And the Hoo-Doo cult of North America. A much richer art form than preaching to fishermen and riding into town on the back of an ass. And that apotheosis. How disgusting. He had such an ego. "I'm the Son of God." ... And his method had no style at all. Compare his cheap performance at the grave-site of Lot-sickening- and that parable of our friend Buddha and the mustard seed. One, just a grandstand exhibition, and the other, beautiful, artistic and profound. The pieces are laid...