Word: tiding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tide of indignation rose, the government hurried into a huddle with church officials to see if it could patch things up. They reached a compromise on distribution of the present stockpile of welfare packages to flood victims in southern Poland, and the church agreed to keep printing presses and mimeograph machines out of its holy places...
...four days, the tide of crisis flooded the Middle East. Then, and only then, as it receded, came Nikita Khrushchev, rattling his rockets and crying "Crisis!" , Surfboarding on the world's fears. Nikita Khrushchev, with his threats of ICBMs and his "not-a-minute-to-lose" call for a summit conference, obviously had every intention of keeping the waters roiled. But his clever cry for the summit also had the sound of a man who knew he was safe before crying his alarms...
...Flood Tide. For a long time the West was divided and confused in its response to Nasser. It recognized justice in Arab resentment against past foreign domination; it felt sheepish about some of its Arab allies (though few are as feudal as Nasser's partner, the Imam of Yemen, and Nasser himself has yet to allow democracy). The West has incurred Arab hate by its Israeli policy. It also acknowledged Nasser's genuine popularity, and hesitated to risk a showdown. With Iraq's abrupt fall, there was no longer a peaceful balance of tensions in the Middle...
...unforeseen needs (such as the price of a look at another man's cards), although some borrowers were "always casting their vile and rue" on him. "Heywood Broun put me out of business when he organized the Newspaper Guild," Sammy once observed. "The boys began making enough to tide them over." But Sammy Bronstein's biggest moment was yet to come. Two years ago, when the Missouri Pacific RR. reorganized, a $3,600 bond investment of 1938 was suddenly worth $970,000 to Sammy, who earmarked most of it before his death for the University of Missouri School...
...there was the added hazard of drowning. Yet Nelson, a parson's sickly son, lived to cast an aura of gaiety and gallantry over the squalid business of being a ship's officer. He was a prudent sailor, a superb professional in the chancy matters of wind, tide, hemp, oak, canvas and gunpowder, at a time when a man-o'-war was a floating firecracker rather than a seagoing IBM machine. Nelson could tell changes in weather by twinges in his stump of arm (my "fin") as well as by the ship's barometer...