Word: suggestion
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...STANDARDS SHOULD BE NOBLER AND PROPORTIONATE TO THE GREAT RESPONSIBILITY IT CARRIES. TIME HAS AN EVEN HEAVIER ONE DUE TO THE POSITION IT OCCUPIES IN WORLD PUBLIC OPINION. IT SHOULD, IN MY VIEW, ABIDE BY THE HIGHEST DEGREE OF ACCURATE, RESPONSIBLE REPORTING. IT SHOULD SET AN EXAMPLE. THIS I SUGGEST BECAUSE I FEEL THAT A MAGAZINE LIKE TIME BELONGS TO ALL ITS READERS IN, THE SAME WAY THAT IT BELONGS...
...appears that some of them have sustained severe injury from the truly "ultimate weapon" of destruction-the weapon of fear. Nearly every one of them uses words or phrases such as "achievement," "conquest," "political and military struggle," "falling behind," "cope with Communism," "prevail," "intense effort." These expressions all suggest that our greatest need is reputation rather than character...
...think we would have all this juvenile delinquency if our youth were introduced to the fineness of great music and art? Instead we give them criminal entertainment and savage music that builds up in them excitements that they are told they must not release." The Melchior prescription: "I suggest that each state levy a small tax on radio and TV sets. The state government should set aside this revenue ... to start a state symphony orchestra and a state opera company-even a state theater...
There was not a scintilla of hard evidence to indicate what a submarine would be doing prowling around the desolate Patagonian coast or to suggest its nationality, except that the U.S. and British Ambassadors promptly disclaimed ownership. Sonar can confuse submarines with whales, old wrecks, even underseas prominences. Most of the world still waited for the Argentine navy to produce a real-life submarine. If it does, the reward may be the biggest appropriations...
...high fever. Nevertheless, she gives in her last picture what is possibly her funniest film performance. At one point, while Brynner is chasing her around his den, she peers at him through the strings of a harp, and with the merest curl of the upper lip contrives to suggest that she is a caged and ferocious lioness. At another, bedded with a banging hangover, she suddenly gets a mad glint in her eye, yanks the lid off her ice bag, dumps the cubes into a highball, gulps it down, grins wickedly. These and a dozen other bits of business...