Word: homeness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Just before heading home, Rockefeller practiced his emerging new campaign line. Republicans must "put up the kind of candidates who can win," said he, "and stand for frank facing of issues as they exist today, with honest and courageous solutions." Before Rockefeller landed in New York, Long Island Congressman Stuyvesant Wainwright, whose brother works for Rockefeller, announced from Washington a "draft Rockefeller" movement ready to set up a Midwestern headquarters. He was shortly seconded by Wisconsin's Congressman Alvin O'Konski, who promised that Rockefeller would have a full slate of delegates in the April Wisconsin primaries...
...Truck Driver George Rutherford paced nervously around his room in Roseburg, Ore.'s Umpqua Hotel. Once he walked the three blocks to the Gerretsen Building Supply Co. to look over the blue 1959 Ford truck he had parked on the street after a 290-mile drive from his home plant, Pacific Powder Co. of Tenino, Wash.. Cause for his worry: his cargo consisted of two tons of dynamite and 4½ tons of Car-Prill (a highly explosive mixture-ammonium nitrate and oil) that he was to deliver to customers at dawn. About 1 a.m.. back...
...this characteristically homely fashion, the boss of all the Russias correctly gauged the prevalent opinion the world over to the news of the home-and-home visits between the Big Twosome...
When an upset stomach forced an obviously tired Queen Elizabeth to take a couple of days off from her Canadian tour, London's Daily Herald cried out in alarm: THE QUEEN IS EXHAUSTED BRING HER HOME! "The truth is Her Majesty has the colly-wobbles," said the Daily Mirror. When with Gallic intuition France-Soir suggested that "Queen Elizabeth's fatigue and illness may presage a happy event," the idea was loyally denied by the Queen's press secretary as "absolute nonsense." He had not been told the news. Last week the rumors were confirmed...
...fact, something about the sight of automated soldiering seemed to provoke an irrepressible urge in passers-by to make the sentries convict themselves of being still human. Girls took to throwing their arms around the guards while chums snapped pictures to be sent home. Some sentries suffered the indignity of having toffee apples stuck on their bayonets; others found as they started off on their 25 paces that their shoelaces had been tied together. This summer has been especially galling: tourists have poked, tickled, thrown banana peels or ice-cream cups underfoot, sung out derisive marching orders, brazenly grabbed...