Word: clad
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Just Like Them!, because Paul Revere and the Raiders put one in mind of so many other rock-'n'-roll groups, along with a dash of Dylan and a roll of Stones. But Paul, who comes from Portland, Ore., plays a rocking, rollicking organ, and the colonially clad quintet (seen on Where the Action Is) may make whole regiments of fans waver from their British alignments...
...Clad in knee-high black boots, a grey wool lumber jacket, well-worn brown corduroys and a visored cap, Ceausescu moved out through the waterlogged countryside, past peasants in dripping sheepskins and gaggles of screeching schoolgirls, past hat-waving horsemen who offered gifts of bread and salt, past thatch-roofed villages painted sky blue and sienna, past gargantuan collective farms and gleaming new factories. Geese hissed, dogs barked, and Ceausescu listened to gripes. Sometimes speaking from a stack of concrete blocks, sometimes from the back of a wagon, he pressed home again and again a message more familiar to Western...
...emerald rice fields and sheltered by the Marine-garrisoned Danang hills, Ap Quang Nam was a showcase village. Passing Marine patrols and their frequent guests were greeted by smiling "hello-okays" from the hamlet's neatly dressed children. Ap Quang Nam's market bustled with black-pajama-clad women, hunkered down to argue prices. One band of men and women sifted gravel to sell to a Danang construction firm-the village's latest self-help project. Each day Navy medical corpsmen held a clinic for boils and bruises, passed out soap, administered an occasional injection...
...Buddha's ribs. The quiet country town of Tat Phnom, set on the banks of the Mekong River, was alive with revelry. Shapely Thai strippers wriggled through their acts while giggling Buddhist monks and greasy-haired village sharpies looked on. A magician sawed a girl in half. Sarong-clad farmers swilled down rice whisky, then took their turns at the local brothel. But the most unusual attraction in Tat Phnom last week was a network of foxholes from which, for a penny a round, villagers could fire at targets with authentic .30-cal. machine guns. The feature was tragically...
Trouble was, Samoans have rarely known hunger. And cricket, played Samoan style, is so much fun. Each village has a concrete pitch tucked in among the breadfruit trees; sides number a definitely non-U60 to 100 men, women and children clad in lava-lavas and urged on by dancing spectators, yelling, singing, and banging on kerosene drums at a well-hit ball. Badgered by papalagi (white) planters, Prime Minister Fiame Mata'afa Faumuina Mulinu'u II last week handed down the harshest decree of his six-year regime: cricket was banned (Wednesdays and Saturdays ex-cepted). To unstick...