Word: lakes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...more sprightly than he had ever found it. According to his tourist's-eye view, cafes and beauty shops were full of customers, food was plentiful and moderately priced, and Hanoi's women had blossomed forth for spring in new pink blouses. Boats on the artificial lake in the city's Unification Park were newly equipped with outboard motors for the use of visitors...
...Lake Bowl, in the resort town of McCall, belonged to Oliver B. Turner, 49, an accountant in the Idaho highway department. It was seized, along with Turner's four cars, four houses, his Italian restaurant in Boise and Turner himself, after state auditors last month discovered a $484,326.83 discrepancy during an annual audit. Turner is being held on 19 counts of forgery, falsifying documents and obtaining money under false pretenses. If convicted on all counts, he could get 266 years in prison...
Because the Federal Government matches highway funds by 92% to 8%, the shortage at the state level could eventually cost Idaho $5,000,000, or ten miles of interstate highway. But there is still Lake Bowl. Though Turner's restaurant was closed upon seizure, the alley is yielding a 6 1/2? profit to a special state trust fund for every line bowled. At that rate, it will take 7,451,-182 lines of bowling to recoup the loss -about ten lines each for every man, woman and child in Idaho, or almost 18 years of around-the-clock play...
Staid during the season and stultifying offseason, Montreux is a natural haven for a genius with billowing dreams and a narrowing future. It is a two-street town, one low and one high, dumped at the foot of one Alp and facing another across Lake Geneva. Beyond the town is Byron's Castle of Chillon, the big tourist attraction of the area...
...drawn, strong features, alabaster skin, brilliant white hair, exquisite hands, she is a natural beauty. Their dinner conversation thrives on little disagreements, contrapuntal, and often not really resolved. In one exchange, Vera begins by explaining the mating ritual of the crested grebe, a grubby little bird which frequents the lake. They never touch, she says, waggling a delicate finger, but wiggle one foot back and forth. "No, no, no, no, no," says Vladimir, who has let this get by during a ticklish entente with a waiter. "They waggle their heads!", and he begins waggling vigorously...