Word: grasses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...This Frenchman, who has so much order in his mind and so little in his acts, this logician who doubts everything, this lackadaisical hard worker, this enthusiast for tail coats and public gardens who goes about in sloppy clothes and strews the grass with litter, in short, this fickle, uncertain, contradictory nation-how could the Teuton sympathize with it, understand it, or trust...
...unacceptable fellow-a Red diplomat, in fact-but eventually settles for a goodolamurrican Secret Service man. Now and then the script calls for a lapse of taste, as when Nanette burns through The First Lady, the sexiest song in the show, or when she comes on in a grass skirt and begins to bump and grind...
Last week Truman was on hand to lead a crowd of 30,000 in singing Happy Birthday as Hoover, marking his 88th year, returned to his grass-roots birthplace at West Branch, Iowa (pop. 1,053), to dedicate his own library, the fourth presidential library created by Congress (others: Roosevelt's at Hyde Park, N.Y., Eisenhower's at Abilene, Kans.). But on this occasion, an ex-President did more than ribbon-snip. Speaking "as the shadows gather around me," Hoover took the United Nations to task. The world organization was racked by the "disintegrating forces" of the Communist...
...addiction. His most easily recognizable symptom is the logophile's tendency to open his dictionary, innocently intending to check the exact meaning of a word he intends to use to intimidate his publisher, and to become lost there until, hours later, he is discovered grazing happily between scurvy grass (a grassicaceous plant) and scutellate (having scutes). With imperturbable pride the author displays his specimens: among the most resplendent are quocker-wodger, umblegumption, skilligolee, cali-bogus and jobbernowl...
Around the entire perimeter of Angola's breezy seaport capital of Luanda ran an illuminated wire fence. Portuguese patrols checked every car entering and leaving the city. To the north, near the Congolese border, Portuguese army units beat through the 12-ft.-high elephant grass, warily on the watch for ambush; overhead, planes from Portugal's antiquated air force rolled lazily, occasionally dropping firebombs into the impenetrable forests to smoke out the enemies they knew were there...