Word: stoops
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Obviously, no Negro can speak for all. No organization can represent all Negro aspirations. But in the late summer of 1963, as the revolution intensifies, if there is one Negro who can lay claim to the position of spokesman and worker for a Negro consensus, it is a slender, stoop-shouldered, sickly, dedicated, rebellious man named Roy Wilkins...
...face is grey and his hands are speckled with age now. Heavy, stoop-shouldered, protected even from springtime by his muffler, he is a grandly Churchillian figure on the campus. His music is still spiced with youth and so are his interests: Jazz Pianist Dave Brubeck built such a deep rapport with him that he named his son Darius, and Milhaud occasionally shocks prissy listeners by saying that good jazz can steal his attention from dull classics any time. His youthful spirit echoes especially in his lively Provencal wit. Hoping to end an argument with him, a student once pleaded...
...other finishers also have a chance to win--the Wellesley Outing Club will provide girls and a picnic lunch. However, those who stoop to tactics such as hitching rides on trucks or forcing the opposition off the road will be disqualified and will forfeit the fifty-cent entry...
...American conductor - a temperamental twin to the operatic tenor - has shared the orchestra's celebrated status; some, indeed, have defined it. In Europe, many a conductor has become a stoop-shouldered civil servant or a traveling virtuosity show. But in the U.S., a first-rank conductor can settle down comfortably, find a sympathetic barber to whom it seems reasonable that he must look even better from the back than he does from the front, and seize the authority to make music in his own style...
...enough on the public, but think of a reporter. I've been fielding the Times on my front stoop every morning for 25 years and it's cold and lonely out there now. Besides, how do I know what I think if I can't read what I write...