Word: dusk
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Garroway was pleasantly relaxed as he led viewers on "a summer's night's entertainment." But along with his deceptive casualness came a swift succession of effectively planned pictures and sound. Operating live in the wide, wide world, the camera focused on Manhattan's skyscrapers at dusk and on Times Square as New Yorkers started heading theaterwards. Then, with grandiose ease, it swept by stages across the American continent and its time zones. It hopped to Chicago, where diners looked out at Lake Michigan. It came down to an Iowa farm, where the cows were just getting...
...sales. At the top of the heap, and battling to stay in the No. 1 spot, is Anheuser-Busch's President August Anheuser Busch Jr., grandson of Co-Founder Adolphus. Like his grandfather, "Gussie" Busch is a salesman with a flair for advertising and promotion, combining dawn-to-dusk energy with dusk-to-dawn good fellowship. Says Busch: "This is the year that we are going to separate the men from the boys in the brewing industry...
Working in makeshift tents or native huts from dawn to dusk-and often later by the headlights of the expedition's only truck-the doctors performed 3,700 operations in an effort to prevent blindness, gave injections and pills to the other thousands who showed symptoms of the disease...
...snaps photos, craftily measures out tips, keeps her basilisk eye fixed warily on the untrustworthy Italians. But then the Venetian magic begins; she throws open her pensione window to a vista of blue sky, green water and honey-colored walls. She walks along the canals, dazed by the murmurous dusk, by the majesty of campanile and palace, by the whisper of a distant guitar. Few actresses in films could equal Hepburn's evocation of aching loneliness on her first night in Venice as she wanders, forlorn and proud, like a primly starched ghost in a city of lovers...
...dusk deepened on a Korean hill one evening in 1952, PETER BRAESTRUP, 2nd lieutenant, U.S.M.C.R., by way of Parris Island and Quantico out of Yale ('51), ducked into a bunker for a quick mug of coffee. During 5½ months in Korea, Lieut. Braestrup had moved mostly on the edges of war. All at once, in the bunker, he heard the chatter of gunfire and the shouts of his 30 marines on the hill. Chinese Reds were attacking in company strength. He ran out, shouting: "Pour it on, marines...