Word: caravans
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...most cases and on most campuses girl students seemed to welcome and even abet them. Georgetown University, a Catholic men's college in Washington, B.C., was invaded, in fact, by an automobile caravan of squealing females. Scores of students poured out after them before faculty members stepped in and sent both forces into sheepish retreat...
Before dawn one day last week, a caravan of 26 cars left Los Angeles for Sun Valley in the annual "Mobilgas Economy Run," a three-day test to determine the most economical and efficient U.S. autos on the road. Not entered in the 1,415-mile run, designed to put the cars through every weather test a motorist is likely to encounter: Buick, Cadillac, Crosley, Dodge, Oldsmobile, Pontiac and Willys. Some Nash dealers entered cars, but withdrew them at the request of the company. It contends that light cars have no prospect of winning the grand prize under present rules...
...steerage from Kobiankari, Russian Georgia, and greets the Statue of Liberty with the only English words he knows: "How are you?"; 2) George shyly courts an American court stenographer*(Kim Hunter), and follows her to California in a motor caravan of fellow Georgians piloted by an ex-sea captain with a compass; 3) George winds up with both Kim and a California orange grove, proud to own a piece of "United States in America," where, as he puts it, "anything, anything at all, can happen...
...pulled himself out by a deal with North American Aviation which had sunk $8,000,000 into making the Navion, a small private plane. Ryan bought the Navion project, hauled off the tools, parts, blueprints, etc. in a caravan of trucks. His small plant enabled him to keep down costs and, by upping the Navion's price, he was soon making money selling between 350 and 500 a year (the Army alone bought 250 Navions, now uses them as "flying staff cars" in Korea...
...because it offered the only means of transportation to a reindeer roundup that I wanted very much to see. For the first few minutes, a friendly Lapp sat beside me on the precarious vehicle, not improved in design since the stone age, and all was well. But then the caravan stopped for an instant, the Lapp got up, handed me the crude reins, grinned encouragingly, and was gone. There I crouched, staring at the jiggling rump of the reindeer, going like crazy across the virtually trackless forests, over ditches, tree stumps and fences. By the time the day was over...