Word: whit
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...witnesses, taken 849 pages of testimony, spent $10,000-all the while following meticulously the Senate's instructions to see and hear no evil other than that bearing on the Case case. Last week the committee delivered itself of a weighty verdict that advanced public knowledge not a whit...
Short and stocky, Davis has not let age slow him a whit. He still arrives at his Du Pont Building office in Miami at 9:30 sharp each morning, spends much of his time on inspection tours of his growing empire. He pays his workers well, expects everyone-big and little-to bend to the job. Driving along a dusty farm road one day, the story goes, Davis ordered his chauffeur to stop beside a laborer leaning on his shovel. Said Davis: "Are you supposed to be working for me?" Drawled the man: "Yes, sir. I sure...
...atom and the cold war made even heavier demands on technical and scientific research. Alongside Cambridge's 21 tradition-bound colleges, new shiny laboratories sprang up, and an army of efficient, white-coated researchers invaded the ancient city. Most of them did not seem to care one whit for college traditions. Of the ten new departments founded since the war, seven are scientific. The number of research students has jumped from...
...With Dewey, Whitehead, Russell, and Santayana stands a man whom future generations probably will pronounce no whit their inferior..."; "like Augustine, Aquinas, Calvin, and Schleicrmacher, he gathers up the strands of all that is best in secular thought, and unites them with the truths of God's self-disclosure"; "he has my vote for possessing one of the most enormous brains in the world"; these statements--the first two by editors Charles Kegley and Robert Bretall and the third by the Rev. George A. Buttrick, Preacher to the University--all refer to Paul Johannes Tillich, Protestant theologian...
...unchecked sway, but a day of reckoning shall come. For a breed of Harvardmen will grow up, never having tasted that curious elixir--the blend of fall air, football, and good scotch. When the new alumnus gets slowly soused of a Saturday afternoon, he will care not one whit whether Crimson is in triumph flashing. As interested alumni gradually become extinct, the Harvard farm system will dwindle. Within a decade the Red Beast will again be no more than a small pink rodent...