Word: ward
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Soviet decision to let Novelist Valery Tarsis go to England [Feb. 18]: "The official rationale was that since Tarsis' most recent underground novel, Ward 7, concerns his experience as a political prisoner in an insane asylum, he is a certified lunatic, hence not legally liable for his ravings." America, remember Ezra Pound...
...engagement, Western observers were frankly surprised. Tarsis had spent six months in a Moscow insane asylum for his outspoken attacks on Soviet officialdom in his first published underground novel, The Bluebottle, badgered the authorities still further last year with a scathing account of life on the funny farm, called Ward 7. All the same, counseled Komsomolskaya Pravda, "Let him go. We know why they [the West] need him. It is to pump all the anti-Soviet fascist vomit out of this mental case and then dump him onto the garbage heap...
Jested Daily News Editor Jimmy Ward on the front page: "Did you hear about the Negro marine who is serving his country well in Viet Nam? He received a telegram on the battlefield which read: 'We regret to inform you that your mother and father were killed "in action" in Los Angeles.' " When a Mississippi anti-poverty program folded, Ward bade farewell to the "slew-footed, unsoaped ragtag of human flotsam who were roaming Mississippi to create hate and provoke a killing...
What the public wants, say the educators, is a more abundant supply of family doctors-"generalists," as some G.P.s style themselves. And what the public needs, say the educators, are G.P.s with a difference. "The average G.P.," says Dr. Ward Darley, former dean at the University of Colorado, "is trying to see 50 to 60 patients a day and do surgery as well. That's no way to practice medicine today." What Dr. Darley hopes to see is a specialist in family medicine who will drop surgery and concentrate on the general aspects of psychiatry, pediatrics, and internal...
...Soup. Keitel's stiff, drill-field prose comes alive only during his account of the War's last month. As the Russians swarmed across the Oder to ward Berlin and Hitler took sullenly to his bunker, Keitel and his faithful driver took off on a quixotic swing to rally the shattered Wehrmacht forces around the capital. He relished the experience: hasty lunches of pea soup in a forest command post, ducking into ditches to avoid strafing Allied fighters, brave speeches to the scared kids and old men in ill-fitting Volkssturm helmets who had been left to defend...