Word: squirmings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...yous and goodbyes. Producer-Director Barry Shear, 39, makes room for as many as seven acts, each appreciatively longer than usual. Host Vic Damone, who sings one song a week, provides sketchy continuity by turning up here and there in the company of two whoopsy and ridiculous girls, who squirm in their chairs, giggle and twist while the musicians play...
Young engineers set a strange contraption in the sunlight and watch it click and squirm and eerily point toward the sun. Colleagues gather to admire, their talk tangled with figures and newborn jargon. Nothing is simple at Goddard. In the corner of a control room is a small telephone switchboard attended by a bored young man. It looks as if it belonged in a flyblown small-town hotel, but it has a space-age name, SCAMA (Switching, Conferencing and Monitoring Arrangement), and it is the center of the world's only global voice communication network. By flicking a switch...
...tropic scenery, are stubbornly convincing. Ives cannot school Hudson to believe in God, perhaps because his own version harbors more fear than love: "Out here in the jungle when a man doesn't believe in God, He pokes him with His finger and makes him squirm...
...church today is the deterioration in the art of preaching." But Dr. Kyle Haselden, who reads as many as 50 sermons a week as editor of the nondenominational magazine The Pulpit, defends his contemporaries. Says he: "The level of preaching in Protestant churches is higher than in the past." Squirming in the Pews. The standout preachers of the past, says the Rev. Walfred Erickson, of suburban Seattle's Clyde Hill Baptist Church, "had the ability to produce a temporary emotional excitement. Today congregations are not as interested in sensationalism." While yesterday's preacher was probably the best-educated...
Everything Moves. The Peppermint Lounge is the latest shrine for Manhattan's pleasure-sated café society. Scattered in the swarm of habitués, like rhinestones in a bowl of raisins, the interlopers watch with delighted approval as the dancers squirm and wrench...