Word: clay
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...predominantly black St. Louis Congressional district will have an all-Negro general election in November. William L. Clay, a Democrat, will face Curtis C. Crawford, a onetime assistant city prosecutor who switched parties to run as a Republican...
Garrison promised to name names, make arrests and get convictions. He did just that-or at least he began. He arrested Clay Shaw, a retired bachelor businessman well known at several levels of New Orleans society, high and low. Shaw, Garrison said, was really one Clay Bertrand, whose name cropped up in the Warren Report. As Bertrand, he said, Shaw had met with three men, including one Leon Oswald, and conspired to kill President Kennedy...
...Union soldiers singing John Brown's Body, Julia Ward Howe returned to the Willard and wrote out the lines of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. After the Union defeat at the first Bull Run, Willard's put on 30 extra bootblacks to scrape the red Virginia clay from the boots of returning officers. Walt Whitman watched the scene in the barroom and wrote angrily: "Sneak, blow, put on airs there in Willard's sumptuous parlors and barrooms, or anywhere-no explanation will save you. Bull Run is your work." Prices at the hotel's tobacco...
...astonishing claim. In Paris in 1913, the 23-year-old Guino was asked to help Renoir work at his new interest - sculpting. Crippled by rheumatism and a stroke, the ailing 72-year-old painter was barely able to hold a brush, let alone handle sculp tor's clay. So, under Renoir's strict and detailed supervision, the young Guino executed the artist's conceptions. The collaboration continued for four fruitful years, apparently to the satisfaction of both men. Renoir attached his name to the works; Guino settled for a small fee and an anonymous association with genius...
...scarcely half a year later, the U.S. Marines were out of the base.* Amid occasional incoming shellbursts, bulldozers clattered across the base last week, filling the red clay scars that trenches had cut into the once verdant plateau, burying the hulks of crippled aircraft, Jeeps and trucks. Dust-caked Marines stacked up the aluminum matting that had formed Khe Sanh's 4,000-ft. runway, during the siege, its only link to the outside. Demolition men destroyed bunker after bunker, the single bit of protection against the rain of North Vietnamese steel that had lashed the base for almost...