Word: flocks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Eventually, Pastor Mittorp and his flock hope to have a church of their own. In the meantime, the Church of Ireland (an affiliate of the Church of England) lends them St. Finian...
...something on the menu of a Chinese restaurant; to the citizens of Washington, D.C., however, it is a mystic sign of spring. For generations, every Easter Monday, young Washingtonians have been aroused at cockcrow and subjected to the city's egg rolls. On that day thousands of citizens flock to the Lion House hill at the Zoo to hurl Easter eggs around, lounge in the sun, litter the grass, trample on other citizens, and harass the police and the National Parks maintenance men. Hundreds more attend egg rollings at churches, schools and private homes. But the biggest numbers always...
...over Dan McClatchy's bar in Llagas, a chicken town near San Francisco, turns out to be a real Rembrandt. Carried away by sudden fame and the hope of fortune, Dan fancies up his place and reopens it as the "Lost Dutchman." Feature writers, artists and slumming socialites flock in; they make even more of Dan, a rare, pure specimen of pre-Fire, South-of-Market Irishman, than of his Rembrandt. But local bluenoses denounce Dan and all his works and ways. After a sensational hearing in which his thirstiest patron blows the bluenosiest citizen right...
...picking them Rice in his autobiography named not only his alltime best college footballers but the best baseball pitchers. Though Dizzy Dean is not on the list ("He didn't pitch long enough"), he obviously rated a favored spot in Rice's heart. After reeling off a flock of other peoples' stories about Dean, Granny tells of the time he sat on the train with Diz and his brother Paul the season the two Ozark hog callers won 49 games for the St. Louis Cardinals. Paul was lustily swigging a bottle of pop when the train roared...
...again proves that Cecil Scott Forester is the best living writer about the sea. It is a war novel (first published in LIFE) that neither whines nor rails nor waves flags, but sticks tersely to its theme. Its hero, Commander George Krause, U.S.N., is indeed a good shepherd. His flock is a convoy of 37 merchant ships zigzagging across the Atlantic in 1942. To herd them safely to harbor in England, Krause has only four escort vessels, one of which he personally commands. Almost as serious as his weakness in ships is his own inexperience; this is his first taste...