Word: easterlies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Perhaps the most remarkable demonstration of all came on Easter Sunday in Birmingham, Ala., citadel of segregation. There, some 35,000 people, Negro and white in almost equal numbers and comprising the largest integrated gathering in Alabama history, flocked to a city-owned football field to hear Evangelist Billy Graham. Exclaimed he: "What a moment and what an hour in Birmingham!" It was certainly that-far different from another Sunday, only seven months before, when a dynamite blast at a Negro church killed four little girls. Said Arthur P. Cook, white publisher of three local weeklies, about the Graham meeting...
...like that during much of the Easter weekend at Lyndon Johnson's ranch outside Johnson City. The President may exude slow-spoken, sobersided sincerity during his public appearances in Washington. But let him get a whiff of a spring-fresh Texas range dotted with cattle and Angora goats, and suddenly he comes on like a cross between a teen-age Grand Prix driver and a back-to-nature Thoreau in cow boy boots...
Where to go for a giggle? In the teen joints of Soho, the word went out: make it Clacton. Like a flock of noisy starlings, more than 1,000 youths buzzed into the dismal North Sea resort for Britain's four-day Easter holiday. The weather was foul-and so, Clactonians decided, were their visitors. Most of the invaders "slept rough" on the beach, warmed only by their "birds" (girl friends) and quantities of "purple hearts" (goofballs). Inevitably, the giggling had to stop, for Clacton's invaders belonged to London's two hostile teen cults: the "Mods...
...students answered a plea that the Rev. Charles P. Price, Preacher to the University, made on Easter Sunday. He relayed a call from the Rev. Harvey Cox, Boston organizer for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference...
...something very dark and mysterious about my family," he says with great relish. "My parents would never tell me much about it. Once, when I was old enough to talk to my father as an adult, we were sitting together in front of a big fire, a nor'easter roaring outside. We were swapping dirty stories, the feeling was intimate, and I felt that this was the time when I could bring up the subject. 'Father, would you tell me something about your father?' 'NO!' And that was that...