Word: holidayers
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...time, my husband was in Rafah, in the Sinai, on military duty. On July 23 he came home unexpectedly. I knew he didn't have a leave coming, and I asked him why he was in Cairo. He told me he wanted to give me a holiday, and took me to the cinema. When we returned home, the porter handed me a card that had been left by Colonel Nasser. It said 'Our project is on for tonight.' My husband said nothing, but he immediately put on his uniform. I knew that something big and dangerous...
Early the next morning, around 6 a.m., he telephoned me. I scolded him. I said 'You wanted to give me a holiday, and instead you have left me and stayed out all night.' 'Just wait,' he said. 'Turn on the radio and listen.' About one hour later I heard his voice announcing the success of the revolution against King Farouk. I didn't see him again till three days later. He was still wearing the same uniform. He had not been out of it since that first night...
...significant concessions from Japan soon, or Congress may enact highly restrictive limits on Japanese goods sold in the U.S. At week's end Ushiba was headed back to Japan for consultations, and officials in the Japanese government were mentioning Jan. 20 -the day after Congress returns from its holiday recess-as a deadline for coming up with concessions that Washington can take seriously. It is a deadline that Japan would do well to meet...
...century. Men like Billionaire Nelson Bunker Hunt, Presbyterian son of H.L. Hunt, are prepared to help it. Hunt is head of Bill Bright's international executive committee, and considers the stupendous goal of raising $1 billion "absolutely realistic." Bright's overall chairman, Baptist Wallace Johnson (the "praying millionaire" of Holiday Inns), travels 20,000 miles a month lining up contributors...
Alice Adams seems marginally aware of this in her new novel whose title atmospherically refers to Blues Singer Billie Holiday. The book spans roughly 20 years: from the '50s, when an author's "sensibility" was all, to the '60s and '70s, when private ironies and quiet implosions of emotion gave way to a journalistic relevance. In current fiction that usually means female counterparts of Saul Bellow's Dangling Man. The crucial difference is that today most heroines seem free of the need to huff and puff about the Big Questions: the loss of tradition, unpardonable...