Word: hodding
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...procession creeps forward, passing the squat, faded hall of Hod Carriers Local Union 153, a one-story commercial social center (AVAILABLE FOR ANY OCCASION), the New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church, white with green trim. Lead Me, Savior has followed Just a Closer Walk with Thee, and soon the dirge is What a Friend We Have in Jesus. The band is taking up The Old Rugged Cross as it comes to a halt under some towering live oaks: the front yard of Corpus Christi Catholic Church...
Some harsher critics in the Knesset would like to close down the company and start a new one, a move that would allow it to reorganize, terminate its labor contracts and prune the work force. Though such extreme action is unlikely, it remains "a possibility," says Managing Director Mordechai Hod, who was commander of the Israeli air force during...
...Hod says he would prefer to freeze pilots' salaries for a year, hammer out one basic contract with all eight fractious unions, get higher utilization out of the line's 16 planes and take advantage of newly expanded routes. The U.S. agreed two weeks ago to extend El Al's landing rights beyond New York City to four other cities. El Al will probably start flying to Los Angeles next April and later add Chicago, Miami and Boston. In November it intends to offer a no-frills, no-meals "holiday" class round trip between New York and Tel Aviv...
...spring, however, beckons every golfer from his secret grotto. Yesterday, Harvard golfer Spence Fitzgibbons and I furtively crept out way across the Eliot House courtyard and teed up a Titleist before the banks of the Charles. I performed the functions of Spence's caddy, looking somewhat like a hod carrier for a bricklayer. With only a chorus of quizzical birds watching, Spence unsheathed a nine-iron from his bag and sent the first shot of spring skittering across the Charles. To paraphrase Jos Sedley in Vanity Fair: "Gad, there we were, singing away like--a robin...
...Adventures of Superman." And the dialogue, which seems borrowed from a 1952 State Department propaganda pamphlet, doesn't help--one hardly knows whether to laugh or cry at the following outburst from the American heroine to her Soviet tormentor: What's the matter, Ivan? Too used to muscle-bound, hod-carrying Russian women? Can't get used to the idea of a liberated gal from the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave laughing at your sorry tactics...