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...after day, while beads of sweat slowly formed on his great bald head, the Government's witness told an absorbing story of how big money could buy influence at the highest levels of Richard Nixon's Administration. Harry L. Sears, head of Nixon's re-election drive in New Jersey and onetime majority leader in the state senate, was testifying in a Manhattan courtroom against the men with whom he claims to have done shady business: John Mitchell, 60, the former U.S. Attorney General; and Maurice Stans, 65, the former U.S. Secretary of Commerce. They...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TRIALS: Mr. Stans, Here Is Your Currency | 3/18/1974 | See Source »

Stylistically, the book gets off to a gaudy and disappointing start: "Like all the rest of us, T.S. Eliot was born in blood, sweat and tears; unlike most of us, he was born in St. Louis." Where the author is at the mercy of incomplete material he resorts to catchy phrases at the expense of coherence, and metaphors for the sake of metaphors. (On the subject of Pound, he gushes: "His critical tone is quite unself-conscious, at times even incautiously blurty; this tone buoys him up and carries him along swimmingly--until, late in his career, he founders...

Author: By Janny P. Scott, | Title: No End To Smoky Days | 3/12/1974 | See Source »

...since no one goes to a Hasty Pudding show for the acting, its irrelevance is transparent. What the audience seems to like, and what the cast seems to sweat from most, is the choreography. The trademark of the show is its kick line, and this year's show has one, of course, dragged kicking into the middle of the second act, in no way integral to the rest of the show--a bizarre but apparently welcome intrusion that would have killed any momentum in the plot (but luckily it had none...

Author: By Dwight Cramer, | Title: I'd Rather French-Kiss the Blob | 3/2/1974 | See Source »

...caught trying to walk off with this safe," he said sheepishly while wiping the sweat from his huge chest and arms...

Author: By Ronald W. Wade, | Title: Billerica Hoop | 2/25/1974 | See Source »

...they pressed around the priest. I began to understand what was going on, and so I tried to move off to the side, where I hoped I would not be noticed. Padre Ray had little choice. The campesino with the urn, his face dirty from the day's sweat, eagerly swung the container off his back and took from his pocket a small cup, on which he blew to remove any dust that may have accumulated, and then dipped it into the urn. It was chicha. The padre took the glass and downed the chicha in a gulp. The taste...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: Bolivia | 2/25/1974 | See Source »

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