Word: gating
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...after midnight, Todd was long gone (to bed). Few had tasted the wretched champagne (the waiters had quickly begun hawking it at up to $7 a bottle), fewer had eaten the truck-borne smorgasbord, almost none of the guests left with gifts, although a passel of greedy looters and gate-crashers made off with enough lightweight plunder to stock a Sears, Roebuck store. And Todd, who never had 18,000 friends, had made almost that many black-tied enemies...
Inside, past the black wood gate in the garden of St. Francis, absolute silence prevails. Long unoccupied benches line the walls. A disparate growth of ivy has worked half-way up the stone. The grass needs cutting and fall leaves have gathered in brown clumps on the walk...
...tung stood high on the Gate of Heavenly Peace, beamed down as half a million persons paraded before him in celebration of the eighth anniversary of the Communist conquest of China. There were the well-drilled children of the Young Pioneers, paratroopers, government workers with flowers in hand. Overhead roared Soviet-made jet bombers and Chinese-made jet fighters. Also on hand were goodwill delegations from Burma and Cambodia, Bulgaria's Premier Anton Yugov, and Hungary's Premier Janos Kadar...
...play proceeds, an actress friend of his wife's comes to stay in the house, lashes back at him, and rouses the put-upon pregnant wife to give him the gate. But after the wife leaves Jimmy's bed and ironing board, her friend suddenly takes over both. At the end, despite her being wild about the brute, the friend clears out from a sense of guilt, while the wife, who has had a miscarriage, pleads with him to take her back...
Highway 1 threads its improbable way down the California coast from San Francisco to Tijuana. Some hundred miles south of the Golden Gate is Big Sur, California (population negligible), noted for its green pines, redwood resort motels, and Henry Miller, the balding astrologist who writes...