Word: dogtrotting
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These old friends and adversaries had once made the national press with a backyard decathlon, one of whose events required contestants to dogtrot through the intricacies of a croquet course, portaging a full-size canoe. But while the decathlon was amusing, it was not fully satisfying in terms of life-or-death savagery. The symbolism of the Nel-Spot, on the other hand, was red in tooth and claw. Someone mentioned seeing an ad for the pistol in a magazine, and it was instantly clear that opportunities for misuse were endless. The three of them roughed out the National Survival...
...coming down the backstretch as the students turned the corner, but they were closing fast. As the margin between hawk and dove narrowed, civility was sacrificed to national security. A white-haired onlooker with a white-sideburned smile yelled, "Run, Mel." The closest student questioned Laird at a dogtrot. "Mr. Secretary, I am very concerned about the national defense." "I'm sorry, the Secretary is half an hour late for an important mission. He can't hold an interview just now," an aide answered. "But I'd just like to know what concessions were made to the Soviets in exchange...
...fight for recognition against a skyline of striking new skyscrapers. From the Piazza del Duomo rises the bedlam that only Italian traffic can generate. In front of the cathedral's stately bronze doors Milan is digging an entrance for its new subway. Everywhere Milanese businessmen move at dogtrot pace in a furious pursuit of profits, and lavish restaurants, such as Giannino, have geared their cuisine and prices to help them spend...
...proved courteously cooperative-but busy. The very fact that made General Taylor cover-worthy this week-his role in the vital decision-making on Berlin-also made him inaccessible to interviewing for long stretches of time. Rinehart's final interview with Taylor was conducted at a brisk semi-dogtrot through Arlington National Cemetery. The general likes to start his day at Fort Myer, Va., with a mile and a quarter of "walking." Rinehart tagged along, trying to scribble a note or two on the run. "As we burst out of the cemetery," reported Rinehart, "the general's waiting...
...serve Knowland his orange juice, eggs, toast and coffee. It is always a working breakfast, once a week with White House Legislative Aide Jerry Persons, other mornings with Cabinet officers or sleepy-eyed Senators. Then, with the giant stride that often forces his companions to a dogtrot, Knowland plunges onward into his day. That day continues even after he arrives home with what Helen Knowland calls his "bulging 20-lb. briefcase." Says she: "He opens that old briefcase, spreads papers all over the place, gets on the telephone, and in minutes the room looks as if a whirlwind had struck...