Word: humid
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Until improved insecticides destroyed many of the mosquitoes that transmit encephalitis, the disease often hit thousands each year. Despite improvements in mosquito-control methods, encephalitis still persists, particularly in humid, swampy areas. Of the 100-odd victims in the hardest-hit Mississippi town of Greenville (pop. 40,000), many live in the poorest part of town. Of those infected in Illinois, most live near cemeteries, where mosquito larvae have been flourishing in water-filled flower vases...
...young Gladys Knight. When she was four, her eager contralto, frequently on key, resonated through the adult ranks of Atlanta's Mt. Moriah Baptist Church choir. Three years later she won the $2,000 first prize on Ted Mack's Original Amateur Hour with a humid rendition of Too Young. When another cousin, James ("Pip") Wood heard Gladys and the boys sing, he encouraged them to turn professional and gave them his nickname. In 1954 they were booked into Atlanta's Royal Peacock Supper Club. Gladys was ten years...
Perhaps this is what makes The Fight, Mailer's account of last year's Ali-Foreman bout in Zaire, humid with a sense of obligation. Even though Ali beat the odds and regained his championship, it was not a truly good fight. For all his buildup as a killing machine, Foreman moped around the ring like a man bitten by a tsetse fly. Mailer's blow-by-blow description of the fight strains to create more excitement than a ringside radio announcer. "Making love to a brunette when she is wearing a blonde wig" is his punchy...
...nearly 40,000 ft. Lightning bolts darted above Manhattan's skyscrapers. Thunder sporadically overwhelmed the city's normal noises of traffic, subways and sirens. It would be a wet but cool rush hour, a welcome break in the summer's first siege of humid heat...
Santamaria Beach in Havana Province was a beautiful swimming area. The water was warm and very clear. As the waves came in from the horizon, I could see different shades of blue. Big leafy trees lined the shore. Clear white sand and a light but humid breeze surrounded us. In bright-colored swim suits, Cubans crowded the shore. Some had radios, cameras and cassette players. Others rode the surf on beach balls and inner tubes. The many shades of Cubans swimming together or relaxing in the sand made an impressive sight. No segregation. No arguments. When we hit the surf...