Word: weekday
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Mclntire is not giving up by any manner of means. More than 600 radio stations carry his weekday "20th century Reformation" broadcasts. He says that he is forming a rival right-wing group to the A.C.C.C. that he will call the American Christian Action Council. And he controls the small (an estimated 8,000 members) Bible Presbyterian Church-at least for the time being. Last month, at the church's synodal convention, 40% of the delegates voted for a rival candidate to replace Founder Mclntire as moderator...
This week the National Educational Television network began to do something for that forgotten minority with the first segment of Sesame Street. A color series to run one hour every weekday for the next 6½ months, Sesame's 130 segments are dedicated to the proposition that children are people, involved in their own quest for enlightenment and entertainment via the video...
...alone when you walk the streets, you hear someone mention "confrontation" or "sincerity" and you want to put your hands on your cars and run and run and run. I believe it was George Orwell who said that the problem with socialism is that it takes up too many weekday nights. Well, the problem with campus disorder is that it takes up twenty-four hours a day. After a certain point, it's not enjoyable...
...Each weekday morning after breakfast, the Prince spends two hours in briefing sessions with ranking government experts. Economics is the subject on Monday, church matters and foreign policy on Tuesday, labor and industry on Wednesday, cultural affairs on Thursday, and military and scientific topics on Friday. In the afternoon, he drives his black Mercedes 220 sedan into Madrid for working visits to various ministries. In addition, Juan Carlos spends four or five days a month on trips to factories and construction sites throughout Spain...
...city begins to steam and the mind juggles thoughts of green and blue, museums and their breezeless corridors are forgotten. Looking at paintings might be allotted to a day of rain, or to a Sunday stroll if you can not find a ride to the sea. On a summer weekday, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts is silent. Girls in white pinafores stare from the spacious brown canvas by John Singer Sargent across an empty room to the portraits on the opposite wall. A single spectator feels like an intruder, as he passes between a Renoir and a Manet, conversing...