Word: ballpoint
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...does he always pound on his desk in a parliament of nations. He may be as urbane as the 18th century philosophers who prepared the way for the guillotine and the tumbrels. Or, in one man's words: He may wear a Brooks Brothers suit and carry a ballpoint pen ... In fact, even beneath the academic gown there may lurk a child of the wilderness, untutored in the high tradition of civility, who goes busily and happily about his work a domesticated and law-abiding man engaged in the construction of a philosophy...
...final minutes before the TV debate began, Kennedy looked tired and nervous. With two minutes to go, he took out a sheaf of notes and began going over them with a gold-and-black ballpoint pen. Across the U.S., Dick Nixon glanced at the monitor set, saw Kennedy with the notes, and glared angrily...
...alone. As simple an idea as the aerosol can, first used to spray insecticides during World War II, has puffed itself into a 600 million-can-a-year trade, spraying everything from athlete's-foot powder to instant starch. Even as insignificant an item as the ballpoint pen, which was written off as a national joke when it came out 15 years ago ("It will write under water, but that's the only place"), now sells at the rate of 657 million pens annually worth $142 million...
...into position before the Nixons, fastened a silver tie clip to the Vice President's collar. "Sputnik," he said, pointing to the engraving on the clasp. "We're so happy to see you," said Pat. "I have a memento for you." And she handed him a green ballpoint...
...soon as he had boarded the train in Chicago one hour and 15 minutes earlier. Groggily, he shrugged into his overcoat, smiled wanly while his wife scolded him for having left his galoshes behind. Then, spotting a cluster of photographers on the platform outside, his eyes took on a ballpoint gleam, and he headed for the vestibule with a big hello-everybody smile on his face. On the train steps he paused, scooped up a snowball and threw it at the photographers. Hubert Horatio Humphrey, 48, was off and running as only he can run, down the tortuous course...