Word: swamp
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Hurrah for TIME! Your July 2 article on Earl Long is a masterpiece. Our governor is the worst thing that ever crawled from the slimy swamp of Louisiana politics...
...fact that certain of our friends abroad have not got to the bottom of the question of the personality cult." When it comes to getting to the bottom of something, nobody can beat the Kremlin's leaders. Down they went in their hip boots, sloshing around in a swamp of doubletalk, and throwing little bits of misinformation behind them, like cracker crumbs, for those who tried to follow them. But they were not very helpful guides for those who anxiously sought answers to the questions implicit in Khrushchev's historic attack on Stalin at the 20th Party Congress...
Infinite Variety. The Barrons achieve their effects by designing electronic circuits that they think express certain emotional characteristics when attached to a loudspeaker, and they tend to call the circuits "characters.'' One expresses anger. Another they call Chloe, because it sounds to them like the lost swamp girl. Some express themselves in a kind of melody, or at least in a series of pitch changes. To provide a sound accompaniment to a film scene, the Barrons kept altering circuits until one expressed what they were looking for. Then they combined it with others, recorded the resulting series...
Rich Rewards. Fortunately for them and their future, Peggy Nelson had precisely the ally she needed when she set out on her swamp-draining expedition in 1953. The ally: the University of Washington's Bureau of Community Development, a $50,000-a-year agency which has produced an impact on life in Washington out of all proportion to its budget. Its updated Jeffersonian objective: to help urban Washingtonians discover that self-reliant, creative citizens not only can solve many of their own problems but also enjoy rich rewards in the process...
...tidal stream that ranges from 100 ft. wide and 4 ft. deep at low tide to 250 ft. wide and 12 ft. deep at high tide. To reach the stream, McKeon had to lead his men across a 100 ft. border of deep black mud carpeted by yard-high swamp grass. He did not hesitate, although he later admitted that he had "never been in the area before," a tragic lapse from the basic rule that a troop leader must know his ground. Behind McKeon, the recruits sank deep in the mud, slipping and sliding and clutching each other...