Word: repeat
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...Battle. The Senator was the aggressor. He announced at once that he was going to blast Pearson's hide off with a Senate speech the very next day, and he kept jumping up during dinner to repeat the announcement. Finally Pearson asked him how his Wisconsin income-tax case was progressing (the state is ordering McCarthy to explain his nonpayment of last year's taxes). Forthwith the burly Senator grabbed the 6-foot columnist by the neck and invited him outside to fight. Pearson agreed. They were duly separated, but when Pearson went to the cloakroom McCarthy followed...
...week radio sponsor, Adam Hats, slightly nervous (the Senator implied that anyone who bought an Adam Hat was aiding & abetting Moscow). Pearson cried that the American Legion, the Veterans of Foreign Wars and even the President of France had applauded him for fighting Communism. He dared McCarthy to repeat the charges outside the libel-proof citadel of the Senate. McCarthy, who knows a lot about libel himself, ignored the invitation...
...main issue, it lies about the details. There are good lies and bad. Good ones are those that the [middle class] believes; excellent ones catch some of the carriage public; execrable ones are those nobody believes, and that only the most shameless ministries dare repeat. Everybody knows this. It is one of the first maxims of state, and must never escape your memory-or your lips...
...Charles G. Ross had just finished briefing correspondents on the progress of the Truman-Attlee meetings (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS). Sitting in his big leather chair, lean, long-faced Charlie Ross leaned back to light a cigarette, waited for the television men to set up their cameras so he could repeat part of the briefing for them. It had been a hard, crisis-crowded day, and he looked bone-tired. Suddenly, the cigarette fell from his lips and he slumped sideways in his chair. Within seconds, Charlie Ross was dead of a heart disease...
...into groups of six." We split up. "First group go in." It was a small room, with the numbers one through six painted on one wall and a civilian leaning against another. "Line up under the numbers!" shouted the civilian. "Turn around! Cover your left ears! First man, repeat after me: One! Four! Twelve! Three!" The first man shouted back the numbers. "Second man! Three! Two! Twelve! Seven! The civilian checked off some spaces on a long mimeographed sheet clipped to our papers and sent us off to another door...