Word: lawn
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From all indications, Ike declined to let his week's problems interfere with his springtime mood. One day he practiced golf shots on the White House lawn; another day he drove to Burning Tree for 18 holes. With Mamie and granddaughter Susan, 5, he planted a six-foot Illinois black walnut tree on the White House lawn, happily called his energetic shoveling "more fun than anything I'm doing in the office." told Susan she would "be an old lady before this is a big tree." At week's end he drove to Gettysburg, there inspected...
After the sunset meal (eggs, steak), Mohammed V last week summoned his French chauffeur, his French cook, his French court photographer, and an old friend who is a French garage owner in Rabat, and repaired to the garden for a characteristically French game of boules (lawn bowling), throwing his hands in the air, wailing "Ayayaya" when he missed. For the rest of the long Ramadan night, Mohammed V alternated Moslem prayers with U.S. movies (The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, Desert Caravan), retired at dawn to sleep until midafternoon...
...husbands. First in the trio was British Actor Bramwell Fletcher. 17 years her senior, who liked to sit at home painting and reading. Husband No. 2 was Tennis Pro John Howard. Distressing in many ways. Johnny was a refreshing change in others, e.g., asked by Mummy to mow the lawn, he only drawled: "Sorry, Cat. no can do. I'd use the wrong muscles." Husband No. 3 was Actor Robert Wilcox, a "courtly" alcoholic just out of psychiatric treatment. With him. Diana began drinking in earnest. Mummy died, leaving orders that "her body was to lie in state...
...furry little paws against snakes, hawks, foxes, and, worst of all, weasels. The cunning craft of the Senator stands stark before us when we recall that he posed, but a few short months ago, as the friend of the White House squirrels who used to frolic carefree before the lawn became the thirteenth green...
...passing, Author Flood goes in relentlessly for air-cooled, clip-fed flashbacks. He has a hostly urge to escort the reader to the best schools, streets, shops and restaurants, like a kind of fictional branch of the A.A.A. Persistently understated and overbred, A Distant Drum belongs to the Forest Lawn of American writing where the cosmetician's art skillfully mimics but cannot summon life...