Word: sticking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Many of us do not agree with Lindbergh's reasoning but we do not doubt his sincerity. Any man that can, in the face of known opposition, repeatedly stick to his contentions may be wrong, but never insincere...
...work with projects of Army and Navy technicians. But the Committee is free to pluck suggestions from anywhere-from scientists, amateur tinkerers, soldiers in the ranks-and, if an idea looks good, instantly assign the best U.S. scientists to explore it. Unlike the Army and Navy specialists, who cannot stick their necks out, NDRC is willing, in the spirit of all academic and industrial science, to begin four experiments with cheerful confidence that three will be flops...
...clock on the night of May 13, beneath the potted palms of the Empire Room in Chicago's bustling Palmer House, veteran Bandmaster Jan Garber shuffled the sheets of his music, shook a stick at his first trumpet. A blast, and then, to the Jerome & Schwartz, 1903 ragtime tune Bedelia, Tin Pan Alley banged and tootled back onto the bigtime air. The broadcast was Mutual's first using ASCAP music after the last-minute signing with the songwriters' society in St. Louis (TIME...
...would certainly have been another Da Vinci, an artist at everything. He could see himself now; architect, inventor, poet--Vag leaned back perilously in his chair--the full man. What chance did he have today--the chair jerked forward again--in a regimented world where you had to stick in one rut till you died in it? Could anyone live the full life today? Vag sported, then blew his nose. He turned back to a course reading list in sociology: Mumford: the "Culture of Cities"--something about urban see, and architecture--must cover a pretty broad field--heard...
...looked as though the Mutual-ASCAP squeeze-by which Mutual would have the advantage of immediate ASCAP music and ASCAP would have a bargaining stick over the rest of the broadcasters-was about to come unstuck. But on Sunday morning Fred Weber got busy on the phone. Sitting in his hotel room, devouring one steak sandwich after another, he began calling Pittsburgh, Texas, Utah, Minnesota. He found one man playing golf, reached another fishing, called another on a yacht, but failed to locate Fort Worth's Captain Elliott Roosevelt. Mail, wire and phone votes rolled in. By late Sunday...