Word: waked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Widener, a girl sobbed hysterically in the front lobby while her friend tried to comfort her. Upstairs students gathered in little groups across the reading room. One boy was asleep with his head on the table; across from him two others discussed whether or not to wake...
...official puts it, are as elaborately wacky as "the dance of the gooney birds on Wake Island."* Thirty passengers are considered a small convoy, and everybody stays put; more than 30, and everybody dismounts except drivers and assistant drivers, who are not counted. In no case may the Russians lower the tail gate of trucks or order the passengers to stand up. Reason: a test showed that even a 5-ft. shrimp could count heads by just looking into the back of a U.S. Army truck with its tail gate raised. Some British lorries have higher tail gates...
...celebrated criticism of Nehru is that he resembles India's banyan tree, which proverbially kills every other organism that grows in its shade. In the wake of three parliamentary by-election defeats last spring, Nehru announced that he would ask a dozen top Cabinet and state ministers to resign from the government in order to let them go to work revitalizing the party organization and rebuilding its strength among the voters. But the Kamaraj* plan was really used by the Prime Minister as a ruse to flush out all the top contenders for his own job. There is even...
...until 1960 Yale's parietals were among the most liberal in the country, but the Suzy Affair changed things considerably. That was a scandal of consequence; in its wake a shocked administration abolished weekday visiting hours. But in New Haven, where girls must be imported from the hinterlands, it's the weekend that counts. Yale men may still entertain women guests in their rooms on weekends, from 11 a.m. till midnight on Friday and Saturday, and until 7 on Sunday. Sign-ins don't exist, and enforcement is laughable...
...Sound of Trumpets. Dawn. In a darkened Italian tenement a bare bulb blazes suddenly. A boy of 17 winces in his sleep, begins to wake up, decides not to. Today, he remembers uneasily, is the day when childhood ends and Life begins, the day when he must go to the city to apply for his first job. "Hey Domenico!" his father hollers. "Hush, let him sleep a little more," his mother murmurs. The light goes out. In the darkness slowly the boy opens his big, gentle, worried eyes...