Word: crowds
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...hollow-eyed Hindu functionaries gave the scene an exotic glow. Tongues of humanity darted back and forth across the road in front of the moving wheels, as helpless police tried to clear the path. The procession cut through them slowly, like the prow of a ship, and the crowd rolled back again like the stubborn seas...
...Arizona, Johnson showed an uncanny understanding of his audiences. At a Drake University student Democratic club rally, he sensed the let-out partisanship of his listeners, proceeded to wow them with a wry reference to the Nixon-Rockefeller contest: "The Republicans apparently believe that two's a crowd. They'll give us a choice of a vote for Checkers or a vote for a checkbook." But before a serious, nonpartisan service club luncheon in Des Moines, he picked a careful, solemn path. "I live by the rule that I am first a free man," he said, "then...
...place and in the last mile of the 218.4-mile race when his Cooper-Climax faltered and stopped, just 500 yds. from the finish line; a leak had emptied his fuel tank. Brabham climbed out of the cockpit and began pushing his 1,000-lb. car home, while the crowd of 15,000 cheered him on. As he pushed his way down the stretch, three cars flashed by to finish, led by his protege, 22-year-old New Zealander Bruce McLaren in another Cooper-Climax. But World Champion Jack Brabham doggedly kept going, gave one last shove at the line...
...overflow crowd of worshipers last week watched the 46-year-old bishop enter San Francisco's Grace Cathedral at the end of the procession, carrying his golden crosier and thoughtfully blinking his eyes behind his black-rimmed spectacles...
...jellies that a former bricklayer had made in the prison kitchen the day before. Guards, unarmed, strolled about in costumes too, but had nothing to worry about: convicts were on their honor. Near by, the African prisoners swung into a haunting Silent Night, And on the fringes of the crowd, snatching bits of paper streamers and begging slices of watermelon, were scores of ragged black children who had not been invited. "Next year," promised a prison warder as he watched them, "we'll make it a multiracial party...