Word: bushed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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High in the Australian bush country northeast of Melbourne, the "slushies" at Timbertop school scarcely paused in their chores when they got the official news: 16-year-old Prince Charles, heir to the British throne, will become one of Timbertop's "young old boys" in February. There had been rumors that the prince might transfer from Scotland's Gordonstoun School, and, while royalty is something special at "Australia's Eton," wealthy boys from throughout the world are commonplace there, and the slushies* are pretty blase about such things...
Beneath Silver Wattle. His real mettle will be tested, however, on long cross-country runs through the steep hills. And each weekend, rain, shine or snowstorm, hiking parties set out after class on Friday, live until Sunday afternoon in the bush, cooking johnnycakes and damper (a sconelike bread). They cover up to 100 miles of trail beneath silver wattle and broad-leaf peppermint trees, scramble across crumbly dacite rocks. They also tramp six miles to reach ski runs on Mount Stirling, where there are no tows or lifts...
Celebrating his 79th birthday last week, with his famed burning-bush hair do newly cropped, the patriarch of modern Israel lounged on the lawn in front of his prefabricated house at the Sde Boker kibbutz in the Negev. He accepted gifts of gladioli, roses and wine, together with the traditional Jewish greeting, "You should live to be 120!" "Is that all?" joked David Ben-Gurion...
...budding governments have composed their own. Senegal's anthem ("The red Lion has roared/The Tamer of the Bush has jumped forward") was written by Poet-President Leopold Senghor, Jamaica's by the Minister of Industry, the Ivory Coast's by its Information Minister. Malaysia expropriated an Indonesian love song called Moonlight, changed the words, then banned the original version. Kenya's solution was to graft the hymnlike words of one proposed anthem ("O God of all creation/Bless this our land and nation") onto the music of a Pokomo tribal lullaby...
...lives in Selma are filled with ambiguity, and in that we share with men everywhere. We are beginning to see the world as we never saw it before. We are truly in the world, and yet ultimately not of it. For through the bramble bush of doubt and fear and supposed success we are grouping our way to the realization that above all else, we are called to be saints. That is the mission the Church everywhere. And in this, Selma, Alabama is like all the world: it needs the life and witness of militant Saints...