Word: caravanning
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...hatred is scheduled to take a 52-hour moratorium. As in years past, Moslem and Jew will lay aside their guns so that the Christian world may celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace. Early Christmas Eve, at bullet-pitted Mandelbaum Gate in Jerusalem, a joyous and expectant caravan begins to form on the Jewish side. These are 3,000 Christians who live in Israel-most of them Arabs and all but a handful Catholics-cut off all year from their kinfolk by the Arab-Israeli war. They yell greetings to their impatient families on the other side; then...
...traps. Then together the hostile soldiers stretch hundreds of yards of white tape along the narrow, unlit road to guide the Christians. At dark, as the lights of the procession approach, waiting Israel and Jordanian armored cars turn on their searchlights and shout an official "Merry Christmas" to the caravan of dignitaries. From the groves of olive trees on the side, Jews and Arabs watch the Christians' ceremony...
...equipped with a sort of internal radar. As they pore over radio and TV scripts before they go on the air, the radar sets off a series of alarms-and certain words disappear forever from certain shows. Thus, on Philip Morris' I Love Lucy or the Camel News Caravan no one is ever referred to as "lucky." And on Lucky Strike shows there is never any mention of camels or caravans, of hoards of old gold, or of chesterfield sofas or overcoats. An adman for Chesterfield recently rewrote the lyrics of the show tune, Blue Room, for Singer Perry...
...time city police arrived, however, the band had returned to its buses, and was ready to leave. Nine prowl cars and about 15 patrolmen halted the caravan and, with police aboard, the buses were taken to a nearby precinct station house, where Strauss was booked as responsible since he is band leader, and Upton was charged as a token representative of the group...
...increasing crowd of Yalies roared. "We want 'em arrested!" shouted a fellow in blue shorts. "We want 'em arrested!" chanted the mob. The bandsmen jeered back, taking up the melody of "To Hell with Yale," but by now the police had arrived and boarded the busses. They ordered the caravan to a nearby police precinct. The uninhibited enthusiasm of the bandsmen dulled only little. "What do they want, their pictures in Life?" asked a drummer in the back of the third...