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Author: By Samuel Z. Goldhaber, | Title: Penn Hosts Courtmen In Crucial Ivy Match | 4/12/1969 | See Source »

Very Disappointing. In a sharply worded memo, Nixon termed the economizing effort "very disappointing" and ordered another try. A prime target, of course, is the Defense Department. Nixon wants Defense Secretary Melvin Laird to sweat $2 billion out of the $80 billion budget. In his first attempt, Laird managed to cut only $550 million. Nixon told him to try again, and this time Laird brought the reductions up to $1.1 billion, chiefly in "ground munitions," including the anti-ballistic missile (ABM) system, which will take a $34 million...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: OF WAR AND INFLATION | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

...midafternoon, the hottest part of the day, and the world seemed made of glaring dust and prickly sweat. The men of the Biafran 55th Battalion were a motley group, mostly barefoot, lacking uniforms, and so short of weapons that a single bolt-action rifle served two or even three men. They had taken up positions around Umuneke in the thick, bone-dry bush. A blocking party had infiltrated the rear of the village and set up the homemade electrically detonated mines the soldiers call Ojukwu's kettles. The strategy was simplicity itself: drive the Nigerians back onto the mines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: Attack on a Village | 4/4/1969 | See Source »

They laugh a different laugh, though. It is not the easygoing laugh the blackies laughed. No, for when they laughed, we knew they were happy. They had to be happy. We wouldn't admit they might not want to accept our society, a society built on their sweat and labor. So we denied them their full humanity and we put them up there on that stage and we jes let 'em laff it up. We couldn't admit they were a problem...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: Fortune and Men's Eyes | 3/22/1969 | See Source »

...dark room, at the moment, I'm working on a picture of Joyce in her crib. She was eight or nine months at the time. In this photo, she's an ungodly mess. Been crying. Scratched her own face. Hair matted with tears and sweat. Wet pants. . . . Her eyes are unfathomably deep. Deep as the eyes of a hypocrite who suddenly discovers he must adhere to one of his fronts to survive. Deep as the eyes of a martyr discovering cowardice. Deep as the eyes of a politician turning from an applauding audience and suddenly feeling that only the chair...

Author: By William L. Ripley, | Title: Choosing Fruit | 3/17/1969 | See Source »

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