Word: grass
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Hills is a green refuge from the crowded reality about it. Outside its high fences, the Long Island Rail Road rattles on its rounds and ordinary citizens endure the twice-daily war of commuting. Inside the club, the polite plunk of tennis balls, the whisper of sneakers on trim grass courts, the tinkle of ice in frost-beaded glasses still recall the long-gone white-flannel age of the courts. There, next week, a lanky jumping jack of a girl who grew up in the slums of Harlem will play tennis. She may not belong to any of the clubs...
...true. The tricky turf courts of tradition seemed to hold no surprises for the girl who had started out playing paddle tennis on the streets. She was well on her way to a second-round victory over third-seeded Louise Brough when rain stopped the match. While the grass dried, Althea had time to think-and to worry. Next day, Louise Brough brushed her aside with ease...
...nearby mountains. Mountain-bred Swiss were flocking to the gently rolling hill country of Lake Constance. Once again, the great seasonal migration was on, and all over Europe indefatigable optimists were crossing and crisscrossing each other's paths in a brief, determined effort to sniff the green grass growing in somebody else's yard, for, as a sweating porter in Milan's grimy and teeming Central Station put it, "L'estate fa la follia" -Summertime makes for madness...
...winds from the Hindu Kush blew across the grass runway of Kabul airport last week as a sleek Russian TU-104 jet airliner touched down, bringing slim, weathered King Mohammed Zahir Shah back from a 17-day state visit to Moscow, 2,000 miles away. The King stepped onto a Persian carpet and delivered a brief arrival speech. "The trip was most successful," he told the assembled dignitaries. "The hearts of the Russian people are full of friendship for Afghanistan...
...slut was audacious and insolent to the end," remarked Hebert, one of the most ferocious of her enemies, when she was driven to the guillotine in a garbage cart. Minutes later the tumbrel, dripping with blood, carried the body to an unmarked plot of grass, where it was dumped onto the ground, and the severed head of Marie Antoinette placed between the legs. Author Castelot does not deny or defend his Queen's audacity and insolence, nor does he try to cover her multitude of sins. But by the end of his book, it is not the echoes...