Word: successful
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Homer Capehart finally got the floor: "After making the statement which the Senator has just made ... I should think he would be utterly ashamed of himself, being over 21 years of age, and a capable man who has made a great success in business-I do not know how many millions-to say publicly, in the presence of schoolchildren and others in the galleries, that the President of the U.S. has no brains...
...results, Dr. Javert's patients achieve the motherhood of a live, healthy baby (often two or three of them) in 80% of cases. This, he concedes, is about the same measure of success reported by other anti-abortion specialists using different methods, some directly opposed to his. But there is not necessarily any conflict in these facts and figures. By no coincidence, all the most successful obstetricians and gynecologists go in for massive doses of reassurance and emotional support to the troubled women they treat. Thrice-married Obstetrician Javert, father of two, prescribes other comforts in moderation-wine...
Sweet Smell of Success. A whiff of the rat-tat-tattle machinations of a poison-penned Broadway columnist and his hatchetman; with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis (TIME, June...
...prepared only boys' names for the arrival. The Novaks named her Marilyn Pauline. Joe Novak, a claim clerk for the Milwaukee Railroad, is a melancholy, tight-lipped man whom little Marilyn tried hard to please; she seldom succeeded. Marilyn proved to be lefthanded; her father badgered her without success to use her right hand. "It just makes me sick to see anybody write lefthanded, just makes me sick," he explains. Even today Father Novak is not altogether pleased with his daughter's success. Says he, "It's all well and good that...
Sweet Smell of Success. A whiff of the rat-tat-tattle machinations of a poison-penned Broadway columnist and his hatchetman; with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis cracking whiplash dialogue (TIME, June...