Word: thought
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Scott's handicaps was his age. Some Republicans thought that Baker, who is 25 years younger than Scott, would project a more youthful and agreeable image of the Senate G.O.P. But electing the Tennessean, who only came to the Senate in 1967, would violate senatorial traditions of seniority. Some moderates were also fearful that elevating Baker, who has consistently voted with the Administration, would seem to add a cog to the Nixon-Thurmond "Southern strategy...
With the country supposedly quiet, the Washington Post could turn the attention of its editorial page to matters of less moment. Or so it thought. After it ran an editorial supporting the anti-bra movement among women and even suggesting that "men blatantly exploit women as consumers" by foisting off such an unnecessary item of apparel, the Post got a chiding letter from an unexpected source. Wrote Elder Statesman Dean Acheson: "What traitor or fifth columnist on your staff embittered the war between the sexes by blaming men for the bra? Even as a boy looking at pictures of Boadicea...
Another musical, Jimmy, profiles the last really Fun Mayor of Fun City, Jimmy Walker. Broadway's unceasing penchant for self-celebration will provide a whole clutch of musicals, among them Hocus-Pocus (Harry Houdini) and W.C. (Fields could have thought of a better title). The Girls Upstairs is a tale of Ziegfeld Girls who have passed their prime, and Shubert Alley is about the three brothers who gave Broadway some of its more pungent history...
...took them and waited about two hours and I couldn't feel very much. Then I walked over to one of the school buildings and the same cat was up in a loft blowing grass. I didn't know what that was then either. I thought it was like heroin. I thought it was really bad. This chick who was a friend of his said, "Why don't you come up and smoke some?" So I went up there and started smoking it out of this Chinese opium pipe. We smoked it for a long time. Finally...
...other color which I can't really describe. And they both were shooting down these long, thin poles made of light. When the poles hit the snow they broke like ice or glass and then the pieces melted like mercury and disappeared. I started to smile and I thought how strange everything was. This was something that never had happened to me before...