Word: honorably
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...three pairs of blue jeans. On a tour of Kung Kuan airbase, 80 miles outside Taipei, Ky got permission from Chinese brass to take a test spin in an American F-104, spent five minutes diving and banking, then taxied smartly up to the reviewing stand erected in his honor. He met with top Nationalist officials, conferred three times with 77-year-old Chiang Kaishek. Said Ky after his talk with the Gimo: "Regardless of the differences of age, these conversations were the most delightful of my life." In Bangkok he made the rounds of banquets and conferences with...
...Lordship, Mr. Justice Lane, is also entitled by ancient judicial tradition to a bachelor knighthood. For women, the corresponding title that goes with the honor is Dame, but if diehards have their way, the new justice may be deprived even of that feminine distinction and wind up as Sir Elizabeth Lane...
...know what in the name of God is going on." Why, cried one member of the Texas State Society of Washington, D.C., "this is just like a campaign down home with everybody out howdyin'." And out howdyin' the gladdest of all was the guest of honor, President Johnson's new Ambassador to Australia, Lawyer Edward Clark, 59, of Austin. Mr. Ed backslapped his way through the crowd of more than 1,100 Texans at the society's annual summer outing at Fort Hunt, Va., just outside the capital. He like to died of hunger before...
Ordinarily, the prophet responsible for such predictions would be without honor in any country. But self-styled Seer Jeane Dixon is a woman of some standing in the nation's capital. For three decades she has foretold catastrophes in Washington, and not too surprisingly one of her prophecies occasionally comes true. That seems enough to satisfy her fans, who welcome her to the local cocktail-party circuit. Her biggest fan, Hearst Columnist Ruth Montgomery, has now written a book about her, A Gift of Prophecy (Morrow; $4.50)-which generously omits most of the false prophecies...
Algren feels that Hemingway's honor has been savaged by highbrow critics, who have claimed that Hemingway was merely a lucky oaf who wrote with his muscles and was suspiciously fond of assassinating lions. Algren's efforts to disprove the charges are compulsive, all right, but painfully ineffective...