Word: drove
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...even have a private interview with him. Pretty soon he's going to be really running this government or not running it at all. Privately, Prime Minister Jose Miro Cardona submitted his resignation, demanding that Castro join the Cabinet or stop dictating the show. Castro drove to Miro's home and patched things up. Castro's choice as successor "if I am killed": his brother Raul, 28, chill-eyed commander in Santiago, where 100 have been shot...
Some of the reasons were plain. Ever since Mike drove in the 1955 Le Mans, where 83 were killed when a track mixup sent Pierre Levegh's Mercedes into the crowd, Grand Prix racing had not seemed quite the same. Last year came the fiery deaths of his Ferrari teammates, Italy's Luigi Musso and Britain's Peter Collins. At Musso's funeral, Mike grabbed Juan Fangio's hand and muttered: "We have to quit this." (Said Fangio: "That conversation finally decided me to retire...
...simple family affair and did not illuminate the walls of his palace with the multicolored electric lights that are a feature even of middle class Indian weddings. The bridegroom, Nawab Mahmood Jung, who comes of an aristocratic Hyderabad family that ranks just below the Nizam, drove up to the palace in a 100-car motorcade, wearing a cloth-of-gold coat and a sun-sparkling necklace of diamonds and emeralds. His face was delicately veiled by strings of orange blossoms and arum lilies specially flown in from Bangalore, 300 miles away...
...cover by Mrs. Herminia Santos Bush, a handsome, steely matron whose rebel doctor-husband had been forced to flee. There, under flaring skirts, the rebellion's girls donned canvas harnesses equipped with pockets, loaded themselves with messages, gun parts, radios. One day four girls, chattering gaily, drove into rebel territory with an entire disassembled .30-cal. machine...
...stage lights of Manhattan's Carnegie Hall glared down last week on a frail little man whose cork-tipped baton at first seemed to wave in a rhythm unconnected with the New York Philharmonic's. But after a brief edginess in the opening work, he drove the Philharmonic through Ralph Vaughan Williams' bubbling Symphony No. 8 and made the music chortle, brag, sneer and guffaw with Falstaffian humor in a sheer triumph of spirit. At the end, the audience gave him as warm an ovation as has been heard in Carnegie this year. After 15 years...