Word: tilled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Sarah Caldwell was neglecting herself again. Her hair was stringy and matted, her clothes unbelievably shabby. She was keeping alive on a daily ration of one dozen hamburgers, with suitable amounts of coffee and Cokes. On nights when she worked till dawn, she would wrap herself up in her overcoat, ease her 300 Ibs. down into one of the aisles of her theater, and sleep. Her friends would find her there in the morning, vaguely punchy but ready for work...
...lawyer claims, went temporarily insane at news of Kennedy's assassination, there seems little doubt that he suffered a severe emotional trauma. On Sunday morning, as police prepared to transfer Lee Oswald from headquarters to the county jail, Ruby eased himself into a crowd of newsmen, waited till Oswald was brought down from his fourth-floor cell. Then he stepped up, stuck out his revolver and, as millions of televiewers watched, killed Oswald with one shot. That act, he said later, made him think he was "looking on history." He told his examiners that he thought: "I am above...
...level of pain, nostalgia and despair. Such suffering is delicious to the Portuguese, and the fados cover everything-defeated souls, wasted nights, strange shadows. Americans who have a feeling for the blues can understand the spirit of the fado, but you ain't really been blue till you've felt the fado...
Although Johnson has tried to get in a daily nap and a swim, he often gets so involved with his duties that he just forgets. The Panama crisis (see THE HEMISPHERE) kept him up till 3:30 one morning last week, and he was up again at 6:45 a.m. He turned in at 1:30 the following morning-and again got up before 7. The fatigue was noticeable in his face, but the President kept up his schedule. Chief on his list of visitors last week was Italy's slight, white-haired President Antonio Segni, 72. There were...
...know what I think 'till I see what I say," Alfred North Whitehead quoted someone as saying. One can imagine H. Stuart Hughes reading his new book--History as Art and Science--with the same wonderment. For in the space of 107 pages Hughes has collected five scholarly but extraordinarily unlikely essays on the changing nature of historical knowledge, where it came from and where it is going. In a book whose subtitle suggests serene contemplation of "twin vistas on the past," one finds assertions just as controversial as those in his last book, An Approach to Peace...