Word: clad
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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SLOWLY, deliberately, the white-clad figure emerged from the spindly spacecraft and stepped into the glaring sunlight. In every direction stretched the barren hills and" ridges of a forbidding landscape that has remained virtually unchanged since the moon was created. Alan Shepard could hardly describe what he saw. "It certainly is a stark place here at Fra Mauro," he said. Then, as his image flickered onto millions of TV screens back on earth, the 47-year-old Navy captain took the last two steps down the ladder of Antares, the lunar lander. Finally his heavy boots scuffed the soft, grayish...
...idea is that these blazer-clad performers are just naturally bright and witty, able to ad-lib at precisely the right or occasionally the wrong time. Sometimes they dress up in funny costumes or become an encounter group, flinging insults, paper airplanes, even snowballs at each other. At program's end, while the credits roll, they all mill around the top banana's desk as if to continue the office party they had interrupted to go on camera. Much of this spontaneity is, of course, carefully scripted. And the journalistic japesters are heavily advertised with cornball photos...
...virtual slave plantation in the 20th century. Cummins takes all kinds of errants and turns them into white-clad "rankers" who work or perish. Toiling from dawn to dusk, they move in a long line across the fields, supervised by a horseman in khaki and five unmounted "shotguns" (guards) who "push" the serfs along. At each corner of the field stands another guard, armed with a high-powered rifle. All the guards are convicts, the toughest at Cummins. Hated by rankers, the trusties are picked for meanness in order to keep them alive off duty. They are killers, armed robbers...
...rest of the evening Makarova was immaculate. In the role of the peasant girl, she seemed properly shy, touching and fragile. In duets with her faithless lover (Ivan Nagy), she matched each line of leg and arm to perfection. Transformed, in the second act, into a gossamer-clad Wili, she showed little tenderness, but conveyed a remote melancholy. Always, when she broke into dance, there was that sudden transformation of earth-bound mortal into incredible creature of some other...
Somewhere in the back of the collective American mind lies a quaint and engaging folk memory that surfaces once a year on Thanksgiving. The Pilgrims. Stouthearted, pious, gray-clad churchmen marching to their meetinghouse with bell-mouthed musket and faith in God. Brave Miles Standish. Gentle Priscilla. "Speak for Yourself John" Alden. The Mayflower Compact, that cornerstone of American democracy. Freedom of worship in a new world...