Word: gauntness
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...rally than wedding festivities. The crowd rang with Carlist-battle cries of "Vivan los reyes!", and students from Spain's Loyola College, in the heart of Carlist country, serenaded the pair with guitars, tambourines and castanets. Irene's father-inlaw, Prince Xavier de Borbon y Parma, as gaunt and straight-backed as an El Greco grandee, arranged a brief interview with Pope Paul VI, who gave the newlyweds his personal blessing and their first wedding present-a crucifix. No reigning monarchs attended the wedding, but the guests included such ghost royalty as Austria's ex-Empress Zita...
Married. Miriam Makeba, 32, gaunt South African Xosa tribeswoman whose plaintive folk chants have made her a top U.S. nightclub and recording star; and Hugh Masekela, 25, South African trumpeter and her arranger; she for the third time; in Stamford, Conn...
...hairy armpit a distaste for "Southern vulgarity." The effects upon him were startling. "My heart knobbed up and started a wild swing," Brad reminisces. "It was as though all those hairy flea-bit, iron-rumped and narrow-assed, whooping and caterwauling, doom-bit bastards on hammer-headed nags, gaunt as starvation, who rode with Gin'l Forrest had broke loose and there was fire, rape and unmitigated disaster all the way to the Canadian border." In short, fastidious Prudence...
Fight for Democracy. The man with the best chance of stopping Allende is Eduardo Frei, 53, the able and eloquent leader of Chile's fast-growing Christian Democratic Party. Chileans are normally reserved about their politicians. But the tall, gaunt, obviously dedicated Frei has a charisma that sends his audience into wild cheers; when he moves about, crowds surround his car, chanting his name, reaching in the window to shake his hand. His party is only eight years old, and yet it emerged from last year's municipal elections with 23% of the total vote to become Chile...
...leonine wind prowled through the saw grass, rattling the few gaunt thornbushes that dot the banks of the Zambezi River near Kasane. Potbellied kids squatted in the shade of round, white-walled mud huts while their mothers hacked with mattocks in the maize patches. Down at the riverbank, "Captain" Nelson Maibolwa puttered with twin 18-h.p. outboard motors slung on a ramshackle wood-and-iron pontoon. Behind him flowed the sun-dappled, grey-green Zambezi, where crocodiles, hippos and shoals of saber-toothed tiger-fish eternally wait their prey. There came the sound of a laboring truck engine, and brawny...