Word: icing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rescue, they gathered together their slim rations (three pieces of chocolate, a bottle of protein and calcium tablets) and salvaged clothing, holed up for several nights in a shelter rigged from signal-flare parachutes, kept their feet warm in below-freezing temperatures by tucking them into an oversized insulated ice bucket. Although Dalton had suffered a head injury in the crash, it seemed minor; they decided to strike out down the slope through the waist-deep snow. Pausing to rest on a ledge, the exhausted couple rigged a shaky windbreak and decided to stay put. There Dalton LeMasurier died...
...victory against "outside influences." The first of some 4,000 Syrian troops, installed in Jordan since last November on a pretext of "protecting Jordan from Israeli attack," began pulling out of Mafrak and Irbid. The Syrian soldiers, usually seen strolling in the public squares unshaven, holding hands and eating ice cream, are not highly esteemed as fighting men. They are sloppy and undisciplined, and their presence had always been much more of a threat to Jordan than to Israel. The troops' departure was speeded by Hussein's influential new ally, King Saud of Saudi Arabia, who persuaded both...
...rough-and-tumble of politics a noisy bore. Once, during a particularly tedious Cabinet session, he murmured something about having to leave "for urgent reasons," went to a side door of the Casa Rosada and hailed a taxi. He rode to a teashop, had a leisurely dish of ice cream, taxied back to the office, gravely rejoined the session. Junta meetings seem more natural to him. Aramburu greets his high military counselors casually: "Hello, Rojas. Afternoon, Admiral. General, how are you?" To them he remains "Senor Presidente." There is always some banter and small talk before the junta gets down...
...labyrinth of Finnegans Wake, will not be remembered for his letters. In them he sounds as relaxed, colloquial, and sometimes as pedestrian as a chatty uncle in Chicago. But they make fascinating reading-something like seeing the Bearded Lady without her whiskers or the Fire Eater spooning ice cream...
...sleepy metronome beat. In pink satin pajamas, West Coast Pianist-Singer Kitty White pounds out a bouncing, husk-voiced version of Almost Like Being in Love, clowns through a rubber-faced Love for Sale. Her most effective number. Mountain High, Valley Low, stops the whispers and the tinkle of ice for a time before the dim red lights...