Word: whose
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...young new voters. The Green Giant's militant youth organizers, called Green Berets, wooed voters who had turned 18 since the last election. And the party, perhaps, won some votes-as well as many a ribald observation-with a Caldera proposal for a volunteer women's corps whose members would replace housewives in their homes to enable the hard-working wives to take an occasional vacation...
...result was an 8-lb. boy named Thomas Knack, whose coming was no cause for celebration in the Knack household. The husband is a low-wage railroad worker already supporting five children. He blamed the local pharmacist, who had misread the handwriting on Frau Knack's prescription, for the birth of Thomas. Arguing that the error would strain the family budget, the Knacks took Pharmacy Owner Hans Reimer to court to recover damages...
...teaching himself songs on the ukulele by Fats Domino and other vintage rock 'n' rollers. By the time he finished high school, he had moved on to playing guitar with "a lot of bad rock groups" while working in the daytime as an apprentice accountant. Robin, whose father is an Edinburgh insurance executive, started in music when his grandmother gave him a recorder, eventually worked up to playing banjo with a New Orleans-style jazz group...
...years ago, Poet James Dickey, whose Buckdancer's Choice won the 1966 National Book Award for Poetry received a letter from a friend who had visited a home for blind children and watched as they smashed their fists against their eyes to produce a momentary shock of light. Their agony tormented him so much that he wrote, in the November Harper's, a brilliantly brooding poetic fantasy, The Eye-Beaters. It was made particularly jolting because of Dickey's marginal notations, written with the stark understatement of a wire-service reporter. "A therapist explains why the children...
...musical's tall, gangling antihero, Chuck Baxter (Jerry Orbach), is an underling at Consolidated Life and looks suspiciously like a poor insurance risk. His arms seem to dangle somewhere close to his knees, and his face bears the gasp-jawed incredulity of a deep-sea diver whose air supply has just been cut off. What makes him mildly appealing is that he confides his utter lack of confidence in self-abasing little asides to the audience. It is hard to think ill of a man who thinks so ill of himself...