Word: backed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...armed with a railroad ticket to West Virginia, the names of relatives and not a word of English. But he learned fast, traveled far and lived well, until a quarrel with his Kentucky wife ended in divorce, and in 1947 he decided to go back to the Middle East. He bought a small house in Damascus, married again and settled down to a simple life on skimpy savings and a U.S. Army pension. This spring he prepared for the hadj to Mecca...
Diners near the bandstand could hear the squeal of the buzz mute being fitted into the bell of the horn. The pudgy little man with the wispy mustache lifted the tarnished trumpet, looked right to the piano player, back to the drummer. Then Trumpeter Jonah Jones patted out two measures with a soft left foot and took the first three pickup notes of I Could Have Danced All Night...
...scene last week was The Embers in Manhattan, but it could have been anywhere along the big-time jazz belt that stretches from New York to Chicago's London House to The Sands in Las Vegas. Slowly the tide of conversation washes back through the murky rooms, slowly Jonah works his muted way through the numbers his fans want to hear-Rose Room, 76 Trombones, Too Close for Comfort, and his signature, Mack the Knife. Throughout, Jonah juggles the symbols of his success-the bagful of mutes through which he makes his trumpet whisper and wail, growl, shiver...
...both Pan Am and the captain. He followed that up by publicly warning the Air Line Pilots Association that pilots are to stay in their cockpits with their belts fastened instead of gladhanding with the public. When the ALPA attacked this enforcement as a "childish Gestapo program," Quesada fired back a blunt answer: Obey the rules or take the matter to court. Last week Quesada tightened up more. He took steps to ban commercial pilots over 55 from flying jet planes in the future, ground pilots 60 or older...
...plays golf (handicap: 9) or tennis. But most of his time is spent in his office on the third floor of a converted hospital across from Washington's Corcoran Art Gallery, where he logs twelve hours a day. He works standing up, telephone to his ear, or prowls back and forth between his desk and work table. His friends insist that he tries to do too much himself, but General Quesada sees no help...