Word: perfection
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Today oceanography is working to perfect its tools. There are intelligent buoys, which can be anchored at sea, and queried by radio for oceanographic and meteorological data. Other buoys sink to the bottom, where they can record currents, take pictures of their surroundings. They will be brought to the surface months later by a small charge of TNT exploded near by, which triggers their ballast-release mechanism...
...door, Maine's Democratic Governor Clinton A. Clauson: Why not restore F.D.R.'s old summer haunt, now in slight disrepair, and open it to the public as an international shrine, jointly maintained by Maine and New Brunswick? Clausen's response was favorable: "I'm in perfect sympathy (TM) with the suggestion...
Said Father Wilfrid Kelly of Crewe, Cheshire last week: "This is difficult to do, but the necessity for it is perfectly understandable. Think of Cardinal Newman's reference to the slow dance of the Mass. Read how God told the Israelites to build the tabernacle in the desert, and note the tremendous visual detail in his instructions. Our Lord's methods were perfect television, in three dimensions...
...collects rubber bands, bubble gum, matchboxes, unmatched gloves, old typewriter ribbons and dull pencils. She is prone to the sulks, unwinds by tossing dishes at her husband, and coddles a breakfast taste for hot fudge sundaes. All this, burbling forth from a lithe, long-legged, freckled, near-perfect frame (34-24-34), Puts Shirley MacLaine in a new category; expert Hollywood status seekers consider her so far out that she is in, way in. Shirley, at 25, is the brightest face, the freshest character and the most versatile new talent in Hollywood...
...timeless frieze of the titans and the lotus eaters of the '20s. It is perhaps typical of Loeb that a decade later he was a devotee of technocracy. His generation could never escape the Gatsby Syndrome, the belief in "the green light" ever beckoning toward an elusively perfect tomorrow...