Word: beaches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Meanwhile Joey was getting ready for the big time. An Italian conductor named Gino Lombardi discovered his conducting talent, started training him, e.g., records and scores every day before breakfast. After Joey shared programs in Miami and Long Beach, N.Y.. father Alfidi hired the Symphony of the Air and Carnegie Hall at a total cost of $10,000. Papa is sure Joey will become a great conductor. But if not, there is his baby brother, who, says Papa, already hums the first bars of Beethoven's Fifth at the age of two years...
...group was mainly concerned with getting fuller records on the lower levels of command, and its chief method was on-the-spot interviews of units involved. For his work along these lines and for his monograph on Omaha beach. Taylor was awarded the Legion of Merit. In 1946 he was discharged as a colonel...
...from Latin America's severest case of bureaucratic bloat, with 150,000 civil servants out of a labor force of 1,000,000. Government deficits pile up year after year. And under the state's blanket benevolence, incentive is withering. Summer afternoons off to laze on the beach are a national custom. The young retired man has become the national image of success...
...Italy. In body they are full-grown males, but at heart they are just big bambini. Though finished with school, they cannot quite bring themselves to take jobs. Supported by indulgent families, they sleep till noon, spend the rest of the day at the poolroom or on the beach, talking about girls they seldom get or wishing they were somewhere far away. Sometimes, there is nothing to do but mambo along the sidewalk, or just grow sideburns. At night they get drunk on money cadged from their working sisters, and tiptoe delicately to bed in the wee hours. They...
Died. Isham Jones, 62, sweet-swinging bandleader who wowed the sentimental '205 when he wrote I'll See You in My Dreams and It Had to Be You; of cancer; in Golden Beach...