Word: breakfast
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...increasing interest in religion has come to the world in the post-war decade and with it a growing desire 'among Christians to come together, President Pusey told more than 5000 Protestant laymen at a five-denominational communion and breakfast in Boston on Sunday...
Composer Bernstein's Trouble in Tahiti (TIME, June 23, 1952) twangs the rather snarled relations of a bored suburban couple. In its breakfast-table and business-day vignettes, it takes on some of the flatness of its subject matter. But its mockingbird passages-as when a trio hymns the joys of Scarsdale or Shaker Heights-are brighter, and it gets very bright and funny when Singer Alice Ghostley, while meaning to sneer at the movie she's seen, rhapsodically pants over...
...said, 'Mr. George, I don't know where you're going to live, but I'm going to live right there' "). He reads the morning papers, shaves (sometimes with a parakeet named Bobbie perched atop his head eying the lather hungrily), breakfasts on grapefruit and coffee with his wife, who is known throughout Washington as "Miz Lucy" (says Miz Lucy: "I always call him Mr. George, no matter how sweet I feel, or how mean"). Once a week, usually on Thursday mornings, Secretary of State Dulles comes by to join the Senator at breakfast...
...contrast, Democrat Richard Daley, 52, talked like a stockyard lad who made good (which he is) and looked like a model for the modern machine politician (which he also is). He had the support of Adlai Stevenson, Senator Paul Douglas and Hearst's Chicago American. Every day, after breakfast with his wife and children, he went campaigning with a baby-blue Cadillac and great dignity ("as a good father, good neighbor and good citizen"). That was good enough. On election day Democrat Daley won by 126,667 votes (out of 1,342,993 cast), the machine's smallest...
...After breakfast and a careful scanning of Formosa papers and others flown in from Hong Kong, Chiang dons his khaki cape, enters his 1949 Cadillac, and makes the 25-minute drive to his office in the Ministry of National Defense in downtown Taipei (pop. 500,000). Soldiers of the security force appear as if by magic along the route, then as magically melt away after he has passed. Past a dark bronze bust of himself on the stair landing, he walks quickly and alone to his third-floor office, where the blue velvet curtains are always drawn for security...