Word: holidayers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Chief of the Royal Anglian Regiment, Colonel in Chief of the Royal Highland Fusiliers and, among other things, president of the English Folk Dance and Song Society. Suffering from flu, the princess lay ill abed at Windsor Castle, where the royal family had assembled for an extended Easter holiday. There, according to well-placed reports, Queen Elizabeth II had a serious talk with her younger sister about Margaret's swinging lifestyle. Reason: the princess's reputation, as well as her health, was ailing. Not only was her name being splashed luridly and critically across the headlines of British...
...since March 1976. The princess first met Roddy in 1974 at a house party in Scotland. As her marriage to Snowdon cooled, Roddy began making ever more frequent visits to Kensington Palace, Margaret's London home. Later the princess and her new companion made a series of unchaperoned holiday visits, without her two children, to the languid Caribbean isle of Mustique. Last month, on the fourth such idyl, the couple were photographed together for the first time upon arriving. On Mustique, Roddy was stricken with a bleeding ulcer and rushed to a hospital in nearby Barbados. Margaret hovered anxiously...
DIED. Stephen E. Kelly, 58, former publisher of the Saturday Evening Post, Holiday and McCall's and advertising sales director of TIME (1963-64), who fought rising U.S. postal rates of the early 1970s as president of the Magazine Publishers Association; of cancer; in Manhattan...
...tremendous fireworks display, we poured off the bus, into "Red Sox Country", already sunburnt and still cooking, consuming all our worries and frustrations in a wanderlust inferno. June and her road chum went to a bar to get drunk, the retired amateur golfers hauled themselves over to the Holiday Inn, and I was suddenly alone again, hitching up the road to the Red Sox training camp at Chain-O-Lakes Park out on Cypress Boulevard, where the Boston sportswriters were furiously clucking away at their plastic portable typewriters with half-crazed treachery written all over them. Body counts--buddies gone...
...have always loved Bill Lee. He was the only mad one, the only player I really wanted to talk to in Winterhaven, after I had been Holiday-Inned to death by all the other ball players to whom I asked the usual sportswriter questions and got the usual sportswriter dreck..."Well, you gotta like our ball club, we're lookin' good, lookin' good...just trying to get in shape, you know, we can win it all this year, that's what we're out here to do and we're gonna...