Word: trivialized
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Last year Burchinal's staff presented for J.C.S. decisions some 1,600 studies. Matters for the Chiefs' consideration range from the trivial (whether to authorize an all-service soccer team to play European allstars) to the monumental (contingency plans for response to Communist aggression wherever it might occur). Such studies are presented to the Chiefs at meetings held three afternoons each week in a second-floor Pentagon room that is commonly known as "the Tank...
...part of British history," said Viscount Templewood, a Cabinet minister of the 1930s, "that it is almost impossible for many excellent people to think of the future without them." As late as the mid-19th century, when an Englishman could be hanged for 200 different offenses, most of them trivial, 20 or more persons were dispatched at once, and vast festive crowds turned out for the "hanging days" at Tyburn. In recent years, a steady campaign against the death penalty has been fought by lawyers and authors, including Barrister Charles Duff, who dedicated his devastating, sardonic Handbook on Hanging...
...making the award, Phi Beta Kappa called Bate's Book "a thoroughly disciplined study." "A freshness of approach to what we already knew," it continued, "make the whole read like a tale newly told. Nothing is trivial, nothing extraneous...
...long-running hit on Broadway. BBC television has done four Coward plays, full length, in successive weeks. And a fresh revival of his Hay Fever, produced by the National Theater and directed by Coward himself, is a sellout. Of this new production, one critic commented: " Thin' and 'trivial' is what the critics said of this play when it first appeared. So it is. And so is Beethoven's Eighth Symphony." Coward takes all this without the pretense of surprise or the arrogance of conceit. He describes his modern popularity as "Dad's Renaissance...
Whatever the passions, whatever the pressures, it is impossible for the stool-pigeon to be anything but loathsome. But dammit, I couldn't hate Carbone. He was too pitiable. Bill Seres--racing through his early speeches, throwing away the trivial lines in polished Strassberg style, and finally crying, with the whimper of his whole being for "respect"--suckered me into loving him. The secret hopes and anxieties locked within him, isolating him from his wife, from his fellow workers, were too human for me to resist. How could I bring myself to admit he deserved to die? I couldn...