Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wonder that our mental hospitals are not only kept full but are brimming over when children are subjected to public terror and humiliation that they are too inexperienced to cope with and to rationalize the way adults have to. Have we delivered American childhood from the sweat shop only to turn it over to such Romanesque pastimes as the terrors and tensions of the Ottawa, Kans. brand of peewee baseball...
...cost more sweat and legislative pain than any other act since Taft-Hartley. Jack Kennedy's political prestige was committed to the relatively mild Kennedy bill (even though it had been beefed up in a floor fight led by Arkansas' John McClellan), and the Kennedy bill passed the Senate 90-1. President Eisenhower's power and prestige were committed to the sterner bill sponsored by Georgia Democrat Phil Landrum and Michigan Republican Robert Griffin which he had bulled through the House (229-201) with his effective television appeal (TIME, Aug. 17). Few old hands on Capitol Hill...
...with their bats dragging. By the middle innings, the crowd of 82,794 at Los Angeles' Memorial Coliseum was beginning to realize that the husky (6 ft. 2 in., 205 Ibs.) Dodger southpaw might be heading for a record. Out on the mound, Sandy Koufax, 23, wiped away sweat and bore grimly down with each pitch, firing a fast ball that hopped as though magnetized, a crackling curve that dipped down...
...opening the mountain gates for the morning's irrigation. As he edged through the throng toward the paint-flaked schoolhouse, he was besieged by election workers who begged a vote for their candidates. Castro shook his head wordlessly. Behind him, wearing dirt-streaked khaki pants, sweat-stained shirt and heavy shoes, Louie Pacheco, 44, operator of a harvesting machine, broke through the campaign workers with the cheerful promise to vote for everybody. "Hey, Louie!" yelled a friend. "See you pan hana [after work]? Plenty feesh at Kapukamoi!" Replied Louie in pidgin English: "No more da car. Da ole lady...
...Seconds to Hell is rarely caught with its suspense down. There are the sepulchral groans and squeaks as the rusty nose-bolts on the bombs begin to turn. There are the sweat-beaded pauses when the demolition man draws the cables taut as delicately as if he were landing a poorly hooked fish. There is the drawn-out moment when a seemingly defused bomb reveals a second fuse and blows a man to bits. And through it all, Director Aldrich deploys his camera like a melancholy tourist over the desolate Berlin ruins. As drama, Ten Seconds is something...