Word: bags
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...four months after that, the Australian prowled the jungles of Kenya night & day, picking his way alone through tangled underbrush, catching fitful respite in a sleeping bag from the cold of African nights, alert always for the animal and human enemies lurking in every shadow. Once he drew close enough to Kimathi to exchange messages on a forked stick left standing alone in a clearing, but the Mau Mau leader eluded him before he could draw closer...
...exhibition of the letter-writing skill of the supporters of Senator Joseph R. McCarthy Senator Mike Monroney (D. Okia.) had received this mail when he questioned the propriety of McCarthy's investigation of top-secret Central Intelligence Agency, Among other things, Monroney was called a "Red," a "scum bag," a "traitor," a "rat" and a "nozzle-head." Since the CRIMSON'S editorial telling McCarthy to "put up or shut up" on his charge about Communist professors at Harvard was reported nationally and internationally we have been getting some "pan mail" from some of these people. Some of it is reproduced...
Eleven in One Bag. Huggins, a determined man, resists both Negrophobes and Negrophiles. He is hewing straight down the middle, sticking to the trusty evolutionary maxim of famed Empire Builder Cecil Rhodes: "Equal rights for every civilized man . . ." The undeveloped African, said Huggins last week, "is very inflammable material." He cited the activities of the Rev. Michael Scott, the Anglican divine who has become one of the black men's busiest spokesmen in Africa and before the U.N. "The Reverend Scott," said Huggins bitterly, "recently visited Nyasaland on a 'peaceful mission.' Disturbances among the Negroes followed...
...marital life between Edward and the barmaid-are in plot terms the least in order, while the melodrama is severely rationed. And for a murder play, there is almost no sense of cat and mouse-something particularly needed when, right from the beginning, the cat is out of the bag...
...amateur strides on, gadget bag bumping against his body, camera on his wrist, portable sunshine at his elbow, the little darkroom widow waiting at home. He lies on his belly in the snow of the Rockies, prowls the Fulton Fish Market at dawn, gets drenched in an inland lake, and hangs from ladders, chasing-with a hunter's relentless zeal-the fleeting moment, to trap it on the silver-coated strip of paper...