Word: suspicion
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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What spoils this picture of constant improvement is the sneaking suspicion that the improvement is not always real-in other words, the old bogy of planned obsolescence. Advertising, so goes the argument, not only exaggerates the improvements in many products but also relentlessly creates demands that never existed before. Obviously this is true; yet there is a limit to the process. Detroit may be able to get away with a mere face lifting on its cars for a season or two, but sooner or later there has to be genuine innovation, or else the consumer will simply not respond. Similarly...
...William Whaley, 51, the cab driver who picked up Oswald after he fled the book depository building, was killed in a head-on car crash in December 1965. Ramparts views his death with suspicion because Whaley had never had an accident before and was the first Dallas cab driver to die on duty since 1937. In fact, Whaley was killed because an 83-year-old man (who also died) was driving north in a southbound lane. > Eddy Benavides, 29, identified as the look-alike brother of Domingo Benavides, a witness in Oswald's slaying of Patrolman J. D. Tippit...
Provocative Hairs. Nobody knows just where or when the fad first began. Easterners say that it started in the West; students at U.C.L.A., one of the few schools where the fad has not caught on, insist that "it looks like it came from New York." There is a suspicion that thousands of students have taken it up for no other reason than that their socks are in the laundry...
...Garner muses vaguely, although by the set of his shoulders he looks more like a split end hating himself for goofing a touchdown pass. Anyway, music distracts him from the dialogue, which runs to such sturdy old chestnuts as: "There are names for women like you," and raises the suspicion that the real escaped mental case has holed up somewhere and begun churning out scenarios about amnesia...
...Ferdie Marcos had returned to Ilocos on vacation, Nalundasan rose from his dinner table and walked to a washbasin. He was starkly silhouetted in the lighted window. A single .22-cal. bullet cracked in the banana tree outside, and Nalundasan dropped dead, shot through the heart. The shadow of suspicion was heavy: Mariano had been defeated and insulted; Ferdie was the best small-arms shot in the Philippines...