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Word: sure (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sure the town fathers would like an airport as described-maybe a cooperative one could be designed between Havana (pronounced locally HAY vanner), the airlines and the city of Tallahassee, which is experiencing engineering difficulties in enlarging its present airport...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Feb. 7, 1969 | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

...lunches with Farrow and Hoffman, and came away with new enthusiasm for his assignment. Hoffman he found a "natural," Farrow a "supernatural." Cinema Reporter Jay Cocks, who spent a good deal more time with Mia, agrees. After at least a dozen interviews, on set and off, he is sure that she is "something of a medieval enchantress...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher: Feb. 7, 1969 | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

...sure, were exactly memorable. "I'm trying to graduate from college myself this fall," Nixon would tell college audiences. "The Electoral College." A few were execrable. "It's one thing to give 'em hell," he said after Hubert Humphrey had made a well-publicized visit to Harry Truman. "It's another to give them Hubert." A new paperback, The Wit & Humor of Richard Nixon is necessarily brief (128 pages), has more than the usual amount of white space and includes Nixon's entire acceptance speech at Miami Beach, which contained not a scintilla...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Nixon's New-Found Humor | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

...local G.O.P. official and himself. While he was preparing the itinerary for his South American trip in 1958, Nixon told how the official, Lee Potter, had noticed one omission. "Why don't you take in Caracas?" Potter had suggested. "It's a fun town." Said Nixon: "It sure was. I got stoned there...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Nixon's New-Found Humor | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

...road had been hairpin turns through foggy mountains for the past 20 miles. All at once there was the sign: Boonville, pop. 1,003. Sure enough, there were some shacks along the road. No lights anywhere except the eerie blue glow of a television coming from one window. We stopped there, and after a minute one of the oldest men alive appeared. Stooped, toothless mouth indented, wearing glasses with handmade brass temples that could have been a hundred years old, he looked happy to have someone to talk to. We asked him about a place to stay. He looked surprised...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Americana: Harpin' Boont in Boonville | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

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