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Word: terrors (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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Pity the poor skier who faces life without that sense of inevitability, without knowing whether or not there will be a ski team next year. The constant terror of non-existence is ever before...

Author: By Richard E. Ashcraft, | Title: Egg in Your Beer | 12/5/1958 | See Source »

...Democrats sold the idea that they are the democratic party, when the only two spots in our land where tyranny and terror reign-the South and the labor unions-are their principal strongholds...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Dec. 1, 1958 | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

...Guard stations and ships snapped radio messages back and forth. Into the roily seas steamed rescue ships, and overhead, battering its way into the swirling winds, flew a Coast Guard plane. In Rogers City, the local radio operator got the Mayday flash. The awful word spread throughout the town. Terror-torn women clustered around radios; the wife of Wheelsman Joe Krawczak looked fearfully at the faces of her six small children...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DISASTERS: The Death of the Bradley | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

Today, with that sort of wholesale terror past but still a vivid memory, China is ruled by a weapon sometimes called "brute reason"-the knowledge that each man has no alternative. On trains, in city squares and village centers, loudspeakers blare away from dawn till midnight, urging China's millions not to spit in the street, and to "work hard for a few years, live happily for a thousand." In schools, factories and offices the walls are plastered layers deep with painstakingly handwritten posters of exhortation and criticism: "Professor Chen's teaching methods are strictly reactionary...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RED CHINA: The Year of the Leap | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

...Arnold Gingrich and spewing up coffee and trying to bite Gingrich's hand during the feeding; Fitzgerald goading a friend into punching him, and upon being lightly tapped mumbling bitterly to himself, "That big, hulking brute-and me dying of tuberculosis"; Fitzgerald entangled in his pajamas waking in terror at the thought that his arms are paralyzed. Sheilah could not save him from himself and she sometimes sank to a no more pretty fishwifery of her own: "I didn't pull myself out of the gutter to waste my life on a drunk like you!" The drunk pulled...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Honi Soit Qui Malibu | 11/24/1958 | See Source »

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