Word: hairpins
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Perpend," said Samuel F. B. Ferdly. He burrowed into the cushions of the couch, and emerged seconds later with fifty cents, half of a 3-by-5 card, nine Green Stamps, last week's New Yorker, and a hairpin. "I have discovered a new vicious cycle, a perfect closed circle of degeneration. About three glasses after I had become fully convinced of the nutritive powers of gin and tonic--a process that in itself took quite a little while--I suddenly found a cosmic abyss open beneath my feet. I had this very, very full glass...
...Britain's blue-eyed Pete Collins himself how much help he had in the strategy of attrition. And most of it came from the course itself-the wicked 5.2-mile grind over the taxiways and runways of Sebring's seldom used airport. One circuit on the unbanked hairpin turns and short straightaways calls for 21 gear shifts; the driver who finishes the twelve-hour test pumps his clutch at least 4,300 times. Tires get cooked on the baking concrete. Brakes take the worst beating...
...Wayward Bus (20th Century-Fox) takes a pretty wild ride down a California cutoff from Tobacco Road. Danger: an unusual number of soft shoulders and hairpin turns. What's more, the plot of John Steinbeck's 1947 bestseller, which this picture generally follows, is almost as confusing and misleading, as the road signs in the back country it is set in. But somehow or other, Hollywood's Bus barrels lustily along until, just before the end of the trip, it hits the sawdust trail...
Aching Feet. Snuggled against a hairpin bend in the meandering Alabama River, Montgomery was a city where 80,000 whites pretty generally believed there was no problem with 50,000 Negroes. Working mostly as farm hands or domestic servants for $15 or $20 a week, Montgomery's Negroes had neither geographic nor political unity. There was no concentration of Negroes in one area; instead, they were split up in neighborhood pockets scattered the length and the breadth of the city. Served by a lackadaisical Negro weekly paper, they had no ready means of communication. More than that, says Martin...
...across the nearby New York State line and got married in suburban White Plains. The day had been marred by a tragic interlude: Russian Princess Mara Scherbatoff, 48, New York bureau chief of France's weekly Paris Match, was killed when her car, pursuing the lovers down a hairpin road, rammed a tree. But now, at Playwright Miller's rural retreat, joy was unbounded. Mama Miller hauled out her chicken and everybody dug into the wedding feast. In the big cities the headlines were beginning to roar the news, OUR MAN KISSED THE BRIDE, brayed the New York...