Word: thrilling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...yourself considering, "What am I doing?" But tremendous curiosity wins out over tremendous fear, and the result is an adventure so intense that you become, for a while afterward either romantic or philosophical. As for the curiosity, just ask someone who hasn't jumped, "Skydiving must be a real thrill, don't you think?" Then ask him, "Would you like to try it this weekend?" And so you see the fear. For before he answers, he'll think of violent death--as do most people when they're asked to go parachuting, when they imagine themselves-not others-falling through...
...only jump, that the experience of parachuting can get through to you pretty deeply. It can force you in on yourself as never before, and it can take you away from yourself--for four seconds--as never before. It isn't all terror, nor is it all thrill. Nor does the adventure last for only the few minutes of decent from exit to landing...
...Little Rock's Women's Emergency Committee for public schools, "and now that it's no longer politically useful, he's not going to carry their banner." Says former Citizens Council President Dr. Malcolm Taylor: "He turned his back on greatness. No longer will we thrill to the tirades of a toothless tiger. We must look elsewhere for leadership...
...abandonment of the old headquarters at Sidi-bel-Abbès makes many Legionnaires feel that the days of glory are over. They cannot get the old thrill from plans to reshape the Legion into a crack, technical-minded force able to carry out all tasks, including nuclear ones. The change of headquarters from sun-scorched Sidi-bel-Abbes to the French mainland has been accompanied by a sharp decline in candidates for enlistment. An ex-Legionnaire, who was not surprised, grumbled, "Men joined the Foreign Legion for adventure, to see camels, giraffes and Tonkinese girls-not the suburbs...
Died. Charles Louis ("Clem") McCarthy, 79, the U.S.'s best-known horse-race announcer, an Irish horse auctioneer's son who, though thwarted at becoming a jockey, made the nation thrill to the turf's most exciting moments by the gravel tremor of his voice, particularly his annual (1928-50) calling of the Kentucky Derby; of a stroke; in Manhattan. Only once did Clem err, swapping first-and second-place finishers in the 1947 Preakness because they wore look-alike silks. Not the man to flinch, he rasped: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a horrible mistake...