Word: clocking
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...clock. Nixon winged ahead in early-bird returns scattered east of the Rockies (he led 2 to 1 in Kansas alone). But barely had the ABC and CBS electronic brains prematurely predicted a G.O.P. sweep than the Republicans conceded Connecticut by some 90,000-a magic figure that Democrats read as a sure sign of a sweep in the big marathon industrial states. But perhaps some of the Connecticut vote for Kennedy was sheer neighborliness...
...Throughout the land, the black banner lines on the morning editions all read: KENNEDY! At 7 o'clock, John Kennedy crossed the 30 million mark-some 750,000 votes in the lead. Kennedy had 50.71% of the popular vote, Nixon 49.29%. It was the closest election since 1888, when Democrat Grover Cleveland edged Republican Benjamin Harrison in the popular vote but lost to him in the Electoral College...
...Republican Attorney General John Anderson Jr. campaigned through all but two of Kansas' 105 counties this year to blast away at the tight budgets and free-and-easy prison paroles of ailing (bronchial condition) Democratic Governor George Docking, trying for his third term. Anderson's round-the-clock plugging paid off: he ran behind Richard Nixon, but well enough to toss Docking, a conservative banker from Lawrence, out of office...
...computer leaped from odds of 333-to-1 for Kennedy down to 6-to-1 for Kennedy, then back to 333-to-1. Eventually the machines seemed an almost human part of the election coverage. Said Brinkley at one point: "Our 501 has just had its 2 o'clock feeding of warm election statistics." But from the start, CBS managed to give its coverage a more exciting tone. Anchor Man Walter Cronkite read even early returns in momentous tones, and for a single, steady, unruffled and well-organized performance, he was unbeaten all night. The familiar CBS supporting crew...
...seems to her a command to leave the provincial, semisavage, secondhand and second-rate life of a British African colony for the authentic glories of historic England. Alas, her dreams are of a "land that was not, that is passed away"-the Rupert Brooke-ish Lubberland where the church clock stands at ten to 3, and there is honey still for tea, where life is a vision of white flannels on a vicarage lawn, and the Guard is always being changed but never for the worse...