Word: ills
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Charles R. Cherington, Professor of Government, died last Wednesday at Peter Bent Brigham Hospital. He had been ill for many years...
Like any good daughter, Mary Olivia Gushing rushed to her father's side when she heard he was ill-even though it meant flying to his safari camp in Kenya. That was last November, and not only did she perk up Daddy-Newport Socialite Howard G. Gushing-she very much cheered Writer-Photographer Peter Hill Beard, Yaleman ('61), great-grandson of Railroad Baron James J. Hill, wildlife conservationist and author (The End of the Game), The stalking went well, and last week word came that the lissome, darkly beautiful "Minnie," 24, and Beard, 29, will be married...
...again," said the squat, very old cherub in his gently accented English. "I didn't think I would be here with you this time. But thank God we are together again, and we can make lovely music." With that, Pablo Casals, 90, gravely ill last winter after a prostate operation, put on his conductor's hat for the eleventh Casals Festival in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and made lovely music on opening night with another great cellist, Gregor Piatigorsky, 64, in their first public performance together in more than 30 years...
...earnestly that his voice broke and the whole outfit burst into laughter. There was nothing for the sergeant to do but grin and bear it. For this was no ordinary bunch of boots, supposed to tremble at a drill instructor's every whim. The 70 young men in ill-fitting fatigues who stumbled through close-order drill at an army camp near Tokyo were all employees of the Tokyo Mutual Life Insurance Co. Their Taiken Nyu-tai (draft experience) was scheduled to last exactly three days...
...screen whitens with the flash, then rumbles with the shock wave. The sound, intones an off-screen narrator, is "like an enormous door slamming in hell." Children with seared eyes grope for help, fires rage incessantly, food riots begin. The police execute looters-and then turn on the hopelessly ill, shooting them down like horses as they writhe outside the hospital that can no longer help them. At last, apathy envelops the populace like a thick London fog. Asked what they want to be when they grow up, little boys listlessly reply, "I don't want to be nothin...