Word: wound
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...page introduce the writers, researchers, reporters and editors of TIME'S Nation section. The main part of their Election Day job did not begin until after the polls started to close. Then, as on-the-spot reports were filed by TIME correspondents across the country, Nation staff members wound up the demanding, detailed coverage of the campaign by working around the clock. On the longest night of their year, they were assisted by colleagues from other sections, including Senior Editors Jesse Birnbaum, Champ Clark, Marshall Loeb and Peter Martin, and Associate Editors Leon Jaroff, Robert Jones and Ed Magnuson...
...back from his post-convention slump, money began to flow in and Humphrey was able to spend some $12 million altogether. He spent $3,000,000 in the last week alone, most of it on TV. The deeply divided Democratic Party began to show signs of belated unity. Humphrey wound up his campaign odyssey of more than 98,000 miles amid laughter, with a triumphant Los Angeles parade and a four-hour telethon with Edmund Muskie. Humphrey flew home to Waverly, Minn., during the early hours of Election Day to vote in Marysville Township, his home precinct, which gave...
...Ludke was found dead on a friend's hunting preserve near Trier in the Eifel Mountains, a fist-sized wound in his chest, his Mauser rifle, loaded with dumdum rounds, across his legs. Accident? Ludke was an avid hunter and too experienced a rifleman. Suicide? The Trier district attorney's office thought so, but it did not rule out murder. There was nothing in Ludke's record to indicate a likelihood of treason, but the federal prosecutor's office left open the possibility that he had spied for a foreign power...
...BOYS IN THE BAND gather to play at a homosexual birthday party, and the melody, while at times merry, is mostly minor key. Mart Crowley's characters parry wittily and wound easily...
...life in Faust's laboratory, it is readily apparent that this is a Devil who bursts with the power of his own evil. He taunts God endlessly, even pulling an arrow brazenly from the chest of a statue of St. Sebastian to make wine flow from the wound. The new Faust might even be called Mephistopheles, so outrageous is it in its affront to operatic tradition. Yet it works because its theatrical departures are brilliantly conceived and its characters, for once, are almost believable...