Word: bags
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...kudos for himself. Ike and Kishi lunched informally at the White House soon after the Premier's arrival, then drove out to Burning Tree, where Ike presented his golfing guest with a personally ordered, matched set of Ben Hogan irons and woods. Inscribed in gold on the leather bag: "To Prime Minister Kishi from President Eisenhower." At the first tee, understandably nervous with his new bag of sticks, the diminutive (5 ft. 4 in.) Premier sliced a drive into the rough, was visibly encouraged when Ike shouted "Mo ichido" (in Japanese, take another), responded with a drive of about...
...jungle. Dr. Ewart Clausen, a famed Norwegian scientist, has renounced the world for his bush clinic at Luala, in French Equatorial Africa, and has become "a secular saint in the humanist calendar." From the far corners of the earth pilgrims come to sit at his feet; he proffers a bag of sticky bull's-eyes, advice, and the magic of his presence...
...happy-go-lucky migrant workers in the flimsy canvas-topped truck were a typical grab-bag assortment from among the 12,000 Deep South Negro laborers who annually sweep northward with the spring to range through North Carolina. It was green-bean-picking time, and this Florida-recruited group had spent some three weeks in the state sweating through the day to feed the canneries, bedding down at night like nomads-men, women and children-in a temporary camp near Mount Olive. Now, en route from the camp to the fields at Dunn, they were rocking along nine miles from...
...possibly the best big-game hunter in Southeast Asia, would be delighted to let confusion reign indefinitely in both Luang Prabang and Vientiane. If things get too badly snarled up, he might be willing to take over the premiership himself. And after that, who knows? He might even bag his uncle's white umbrella...
...Radcliffe girl packs her last trunk and wonders if the way her section man said good-bye means that he'll call her up that evening. And an alumnus walks into the Yard, watches the workmen moving lumber, the Yardling carrying his bag on his shoulder, the girl sitting on the steps of the library, and he feels detached from Harvard, and wonders if everything has changed, or nothing...