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Word: waits (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Johnson is still willing to wait for strategic concessions, the end of the bombing will do little except make an inhumane war one notch less destructive. The United States must face the fact that the NLF has earned a right to a place in any post-war government; and it must recognize that should that government go communist, the whole free world will not collapse in a heap...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Bombing | 11/2/1968 | See Source »

...moon. U.S. space experts studied that technique years ago and abandoned it as too expensive. The Soviets' last space shot, a circumlunar mission powered by a giant booster, suggested that they too had made the same decision. Now, no one can be sure. U.S. spacemen could only watch, wait and worry about where they stand in the lunar sweepstakes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Plus One More | 11/1/1968 | See Source »

...happens daily outside the TV studios: as in a dockworkers' shapeup, prospective audiences are sorted and herded into queues. After a long, foot-shifting delay, they are shuffled inside for another wait, told to douse their cigarettes and keep the chatter down. Invariably, they are disappointed by the cramped studios, the tawdry sets, the cameras and microphones that block their view. Scrunched into their seats with their Macy's shopping bags, surrounded by strangers, discomfited in the glare of overhead floodlights, studio audiences radiate a mood that is, as Mike Douglas puts it, "instant chill time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Announcers: The Specialist | 11/1/1968 | See Source »

Okay, I'm on my way. Dress up. How about the moustache. Off, for General Motors. I take my moustache off to you, GM. Sideburns? Wait, no. Sideburns stay. Johnny Carson is growing his, so they're all right. White shirt...

Author: By Jeffrey C. Alexander, | Title: So You Want To Make The Company Team, Son? | 10/25/1968 | See Source »

...STOP dictating these questions to myself. Wait a second, who do you think you're setting up for the kill. Mr.Dumb? This is GM, baby, the big time. He'll eat those questions up. They're too pat.... But I have to ask those questions: I'm applying for a job, not doing an interview. I'm just a normal college graduate wanting into the manistream.... Well, nothing's going to happen and you're not going to get any good copy. He's not going to get himself into any trouble; he's adroit, like a politician...

Author: By Jeffrey C. Alexander, | Title: So You Want To Make The Company Team, Son? | 10/25/1968 | See Source »

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