Word: hopes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...search for a purpose" is of course the very purpose we need-a society inspired with a fire of desire for the truth and meaning of man's existence would lead to better rockets, better schools, better knowledge, better men, and-with hope-a better nation...
...told Mrs. Rommel that I had the war diaries, that I had learned about her birthday, and that I knew all about the shoes. I felt no elation at showing my hand to this charming woman. Mrs. Rommel was a grand loser. She rose from her chair. "I sincerely hope, Mr. Ryan," she said, "that you do not intend to harm my husband's reputation with this story." Then she said: "I'll show you the shoes," and left the room. Mrs. Rommel returned. In her hand were the grey suede shoes-platform shoes which had been resoled...
...Able, was off on the U.S.'s most ambitious space shot so far. The mission: to send an intricate, 372-lb. payload of instruments into the vicinity of the moon-and if all went well, into orbit around the moon. The rocket also carried a weighty cargo of hope and national pride: Nikita Khrushchev had kicked off his trip to the U.S. with the Russian moon shot; a U.S. answer exploded on the pad while he was in the U.S. Here, on the eve of the President's grand tour, was the U.S.'s chance to catch...
Builder's Hope. Deerfield's trouble is not so much hard-shell racism as pocketbook fear. Many residents are on-the-rise young executives in Loop corporation offices who went into mortgage debt to buy split-levels (average price: $23,000) for their growing families. With the steady rise of the real-estate market, the tightly budgeted family heads (average salary: $9,000) hoped to break even or turn a small profit by the time their companies assigned them to better jobs in other cities. But their hopes did not take into account the secret plans of Builder...
...keep up his courage. Buie began singing the only song whose words he knew-Tennessee Waltz. After about the sixth chorus, his voice had splintered to a teeth-chattering accompaniment, and Buie began to lose hope. He dozed a while. Then, two hours after he went overboard, he saw lights. It was the escort vessel Leslie L. B. Knox, sailing a random course between exercises. Buie yelled. A sharp-eared sailor on watch heard him, sounded the emergency rescue alarm. Searchlights blazed. Knox's helm swung hard over to circle, and Rescue Swimmer Harold Martin, 19, dived over...