Word: thanking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...earth, all of us, do thank you, our astronauts, for your marvelous message, your outstanding example of heroism and humility, your perfect teamwork along with thousands of fellow Americans. You will lead today's youth out of the morass of self-pity and destruction, you will teach the new generation the world over to follow on the road of selfdiscipline, hard work and heroic achievement that is the behavior of a true American citizen...
...sometimes wonder what would have happened if there had been a Congressman Ugh way back then to ask of what value was fire, considering the problem of substandard caves. Thank heavens for those who asked way back why not instead of why, and for those who throughout history agreed with Norwegian Explorer Fridtjof Nansen that "it is ... of no purpose to discuss the use of knowledge-man wants to know, and when he ceases to do so he is no longer...
Jack M. Stein, professor of German, told his audience that he "got to be 54 years of age before the present agitation brought the faults of ROTC to my attention. I thank you for this." He said that, though he thought the sit-in was "unjustified and ill-advised," he felt students should be represented in Faculty meetings...
...other side of the Heidi story [Nov. 29]: Small town, two channels, football on both of them. Rotten weather, ten children, nine of them running, leaping, screaming and fighting. Baby can't walk, thank God. Father in absolute coma, doesn't see, hear anything but football game. Mother a pitiful, broken creature, swilling beer (small town, no LSD available) making dinner; will they ever stop, grow up, sit down? Finally, 6:55. Mother sits down with Sunday papers. Children settle down. Cut to Heidi, end of game on television. Father goes completely berserk. Tough, there are eleven...
...attack him, the abject terror transmitted through his eyes make him an image of helplessness almost unbearable to watch. The climax--he is left on the sidewalk, a bleeding dog barking the few words of English he can say yet does not understand ("HOW ARE YOU? YOU'RE WELCOME! THANK YOU!")--absolutely tore me apart. If only everything else in this production hadn't tore Horovitz apart, these Quincy House people might have had something great here...