Word: blanketing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...staying at the Paine house in nearby Irving, Oswald himself took a small $8-a-week room on North Beckley in Dallas, under the name of O. H. Lee-a play on his real name. He visited his wife on weekends. Once Marina found a carbine wrapped in a blanket and hidden in the Paines' garage. It was Oswald's. He had bought it from a Chicago mail-order house on March 20, along with a four-power telescopic sight. He had paid $19.95 for gun and sight and had instructed a gunsmith, located near the Paine home...
...Hunt. At the assassination scene, meanwhile, that first moment of stillness gave way to frantic, confused movement. At the sound of the gunfire, bystanders grabbed children and fell over them to blanket them. Newsmen aboard the press bus far back in the procession yelled for the driver to stop, while others told him to keep moving. The bus jolted ahead, past horrified faces, frantically running figures, huddling women. A cop dropped to the ground and drew his revolver. A man fell on a grassy knoll, beating the earth with both fists in mindless fury. A heavy-set policeman began running...
...matters came to a head, Under Secretary of State W. Averell Harriman flew to Buenos Aires to see Illia, and later told U.S. oilmen: "I ran into the same thing you fellows did-a brick wall." At week's end Illia signed the blanket decrees. In them there was only a slight hint of renegotiation or indemnification, and in fact, it was asserted that the companies owed some $80 million in back taxes...
...must invent his style," Ensor said, "and each new work demands its own." He could etch the tranquillity of the soaring horizon of the lowlands as did Rembrandt. In one etching of 1888, Stars at the Cemetery, he used sulphur to corrode the copper plate, producing a luminous scumbled blanket like a modern abstractionist. Or equally, Ensor could foretoken the surrealists, as in his ironic view of a flaking skeleton titled My Portrait...
...only stone house in the thatch-roofed Katangese village of Musongo last week, a middle-aged potentate stared dully as a dance troupe of local girls frantically undulated their hips before him to the rhythm of pounding drums. Slouched on a throne consisting of a grey army blanket thrown over a schoolroom chair, his feet resting on a leopard skin, the Lunda tribe's newly installed 25th Mwata Yambo (Great Chief) received the adulation of his people. His ascension is an interesting case history of the tribalism that is still deeply rooted in the Congo; for on a continent...