Word: swallowable
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Your cover story on millionaires [Dec. 3] must have been a hard gulp to swallow for those who believe success is achieved by luck. These millionaires prove that success is due to the internal qualities of the individual-perseverance, determination, guts-who finds or creates opportunities in the market. To these men, I say thank you; their example gives me confidence to say that I, now a student, will become one of the "Millionaires Under 40" in the not too distant future...
...months and 131 million miles, Boeing's 727 won nothing but praise from pilots, passengers and airlines. The first American-made medium-range jet -and the first three-engine airliner the U.S. has built since the famed Ford Trimotor-it handles easily, skims like a swallow in and out of small airports, and until last August had logged an exceptional record for reliability...
...been a federal crime since 1875 (Title 18, Section 243), the Justice Department has prosecuted no one for the practice in this century. When an all-white jury recent ly acquitted Tom Coleman for killing a civil rights worker in Hayneville, Ala., Attorney General Nicholas Katzenbach could only swallow hard and say: "This is the price you have to pay for the jury system, and I don't think it is too high a price to pay. The situation has changed a great deal already...
...term's crowded Supreme Court docket. He is zesty, earthy Thurgood Marshall, 57, once the country's most successful civil rights lawyer, later a federal judge and now the 33rd U.S. Solicitor General. Looking amused at his own anachronistic costume of striped pants, black vest and swallow-tailed coat, Marshall beamed as Chief Justice Warren intoned: "The court welcomes...
...north, driven by the night wind, smelling of the sea. There it would stay all winter, threadbare on the gray earth, an icy, sharp dust; not thawing and freezing, but static like a year without seasons. The changing mist, like the smoke of war, would hang over it swallow up now a hanger, now the radar hut, now the machines; release them place by place, drained of color, black carrion on a white desert...