Word: toured
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Syntax Soldier. The shelling was an ominous interlude in the Vice President's three-day swing through South VietNam, a tour of syntax soldiering that found Humphrey at his ebullient best. Traveling by armed Huey helicopter, C-118 transport, Jeep, limousine and shanks' mare, the Vice President-who bore the code name Northwest-coursed from the Delta to the Demilitarized Zone on a threefold mission...
...only more so, announced recently from the pulpit of Canterbury Cathedral that he had recently traveled to America and there found that 'every Christian I met' was opposed to the war in Viet Nam-a statement which, if true, suggests that the bishop was given a Potemkin tour of the U.S., visiting only the fever swamps of the Christian left; or, and this is more likely and more charitable, that the bishop does not know a Christian when he sees one, even as, one must conclude on reading his books, he does not recognize Christianity when he sees...
...Princeton's Institute for Advanced Studies, makes clear the irony of his career: he was in official disfavor first for being "too harsh" toward Russia, then for being "too soft." He was burned in effigy by Communist-led mobs in Rio de Janeiro during a Latin American tour in 1950, and burned figuratively by right-wing critics in the U.S. during the decade that followed...
...stranger's eye "a streak of incongruous archness in her humor which is almost ladylike and very disconcerting." Woolf mentions friendships, but the reader feels no warmth. He writes most affectionately of a marmoset named Mitz (the gift of a Rothschild), which rode on his shoulder on a tour of Hitler's Germany. The monkey stole the show and distracted the Brownshirts from Woolf's culpable Jewishness...
...cavity minds, they've tried to stick Bob Dylan again, not with bunny ears but with a camera. Don't Look Back, a documentary of his 1965 tour of England, shows that Dylan eats cigarettes for breakfast, wears black, and confuses people in his spare time. The slow-motion press stalks him with sentences and paragraphs, the unexamined grammar of timid minds: "Would you say that you care about people? Are you protesting against certain things? How do you see the art of the folksinger in contemporary society?" Dylan retreats as his words advance: "How can I answer that question...