Word: treat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sorry, girls," said undergraduate Band leader Alan S. Novick '55, "but we have a treat for Cornell." The Band arrived at Ithaca a few minutes past five the next morning. Local police were the first to greet them...
...ready to treat Latin America's 20 nations as equals, strengthening her flank in a great and historic continental combination?" This question dominated the official Peronista press as Henry Holland's airplane landed in Buenos Aires. As part of the process of answering, the U.S. Assistant Secretary of State next morning talked privately with Juan Peron. Whatever the Secretary said (in fluent, Mexican-accented Spanish) and heard, the chat set a sunny tone for his visit...
Come now, it is all right to praise the University of Iowa (TIME, Sept. 6], but do you need to treat Iowa State College so cavalierly? By saying, "those of its citizens who want only a practical education are either drained off to Iowa State College in Ames or simply stay down on the farm," you make Iowa State sound like a one-horse (or cow) institution. Actually, it is among the very finest in the country in engineering, home economics, chemistry and physics...
...kept out of the home and let his wife "do anything she liked." What she liked, according to Magarshack, was to make her household resemble the Czarist government as closely as possible. She gave her serfs court titles: "Maid of Honor," "Court Chamberlain." When her family physician came to treat her little adopted daughter, he was told: "Remember! If you don't cure her . . . Siberia!" Mother Turgenev discouraged marriage among her serfs because she liked their undivided attention for herself, so her women bore illegitimate children instead and either drowned them at birth in the estate lake or brought...
...city sooner or later, but Author Hostovsky has worked off his urge with uncommon ingenuity. The analyst is asked by a U.S. secret agent to examine another agent who has suddenly lost his nerve on the eve of his biggest assignment. For $20,000 the doctor agrees to treat the man every midnight. All at once the analyst does a rushing (or is it Russian?) business at his office. After 278 pages of analytic questions and seductively couched replies from female operators, the poor analyst is almost ready for the crazy wagon himself. Good nervous stuff to wake...