Word: flittings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...West End stage, frolicsome Actress Sarah Churchill buckled down for her mantelshelf solo as the protagonist in a forthcoming production of Sir James Barrie's Peter Pan. At 44, comely Sarah will be one of the oldest of 32 London Peters (among them: Elsa Lanchester, Edna Best) to flit across the Darling's nursery, nonetheless seemed ready to navigate her nearly 600 yds. of flying weekly in the sentimental old wheeze. Sure to be on hand for the opening: her parents. Sir Winston and Lady Churchill, who booked eight seats...
...only denizens of the old park are the pigeons that flit among the rafters and, for the very observant, the ghosts of Billy Southworth, Tommy Holmes, and company--which still haunt the dugout behind first base...
...clipped assurance. The news comes by short wave and on tape, the newsmen in snazzy ties and boutonnieres (ABC's popular John Cameron Swayze), and even in pairs (NBC's intelligent and informative duet, earnest Chet Huntley and wry David Brinkley). TV's journalists flit all over, like the technically muscle-flexing Wide, Wide World, or work in a simple star chamber, like Interviewer Mike Wallace. On too rare occasions, the newsmakers themselves step before the cameras: Kefauver dueling with a faceless Frank Costello, John McClellan patiently at work on Teamster Jimmy Hoffa and his voluble forgettery...
...world citizenship when asked for proper papers, pettishly tore up his passport and mewled, "I don't want to go back to those evil men" when ear-bent cops threatened to toss him back to the border guards Numbed by the nonsense, the lawmen in advertently let Davis flit free long enough to hold a press conference ("German ground is sympathetic to my ideas") bagged him again a few hours later, then nailed him for good after he took off once more. Said an exasperated judge, after a preliminary hearing at Hannover produced another seminar on world citizenship...
...darkness. It was 2 a.m. and rainy, and the unarmed sentry at the gate of the British army's training center at Arborfield, 40 miles west of London, did as he was told. Quickly bound and gagged, the sentry watched a score or more dark figures flit through the gate and burst into the guardhouse. They pointed pistols at the sergeant of the guard and locked...