Word: though
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...week's end his henchmen still prowled the halls, and flowers from admirers filled the room. For the first time in years, he was able to sleep when it was dark. Though his swank stucco house in Brentwood is ringed with a wire fence, equipped with electronic gadgets to detect intruders and bathed by floodlights which he can turn on from his car two blocks away, he seldom found it convenient to go home before dawn...
Grumbling, the mob rode off, and almost broke up. Just for the hell of it, though, in the little fanning town of Groveland, 65 miles from Tampa and not far from Willie and Norma Padgett's house, the men with shotguns pumped 15 loads of buckshot into a Negro-owned juke joint. Then they looked around for more Negroes-but the 400 residents of Groveland's Negro district had been carted to safety by white citizens who feared what was coming...
...corniced residence of French kings. Sky-blue R.A.F. uniforms stand guard side by side with French khaki. British and French are making honest efforts to understand each other. The Scottish reel, introduced by highlanders stationed at Fontainebleau, has been taken up enthusiastically by French and Belgian soldiers; Scotsmen, though, are still shocked to hear their reeling allies cry "Hola!" instead of "Och!" A correspondent last week overheard the following conversation outside a guardroom between an R.A.F. corporal and a French private...
Tests had shown that the officers averaged only 292 words a minute and understood only 83.2% of what they read at that speed. After a six weeks' course at the Pentagon's Reading Improvement Laboratory, their speed winged upward, though their comprehension dipped a bit to 79-3%- One lieutenant colonel had boosted his score from 225 words a minute to 516; a captain had jumped from 584 to 1,034, practically a page at a glance. Average progress: 292 to 488 w.p.m...
Next week, Lord Lindsay's old routine ends. Now 70, he retires from Balliol, though not from teaching. He is moving bis books and few possessions to a rambling mansion three miles beyond the pottery town of Stoke-on-Trent. There, a new state-aided university has been founded-the first of its kind for British workingmen and their children. When Stoke opens next year, Lord Lindsay will be its first principal...