Word: leaned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Among the 2,500 Indians who, dumbly surviving, lived at Vicos three years ago, Manuel Cruz, a lean-faced man of 40, was typical. Daylight, for him, meant only work; he had a mild form of tuberculosis, brought up an illiterate son, drank cheap rum at funerals. For the right to keep his ancestral four-acre subsistence plot, he toiled three days a week in the fields of the patron. His superstitious technique for growing his family's food, potatoes, was to "talk to the land...
...rebels were five "outside directors" (non-Ward executives) on the nine-man board, all old friends of Avery. They were informally led by lean, leathery Philip Clarke, 65, chairman of Chicago's City National Bank & Trust Co., who had been trying for months to arrange an easy out for Avery. At 81, Avery's once fabulous memory had begun to fade: he "floated," as one friend put it, speaking confusedly but autocratically, brooking no correction...
Tomorrow afternoon, just before 3 p.m., Coach Norman Shepard (above right) will lean into a huddle of varsity baseball players and drawl, as he has before every game this season, "This is the one we want, boys--now let's go get it." A moment later, the best Harvard baseball team in over 20 years will take the field against Yale in a game which will decide the Eastern Intercollegiate Baseball championship...
...Medoc (pop. 580) in southern France, and took up residence in the parish house beside the beautiful, red-tiled, 12th century church. Plump, pink-cheeked Father Lagrave, 64, played his violin, said his Mass, baptized, married and buried-and all was well. All was still well when tall, lean Henri Mamour was elected mayor. Mamour was a freethinker, but that did not stop him from including in his election platform a pledge to "build up, improve and enlarge the presbytery of Civrac." There was a little trouble over a chateau the priest bought to turn into an old people...
Sivard was raised in The Bronx and Long Island, trained as a commercial illustrator. He has worked for magazines and advertising agencies, is now a consultant with the U.S. Information Agency in Washington. A lean and sober-seeming man, he views the world through thick, tortoise-shell spectacles and finds it full of pleasant humor. If his spectacles have a rosy tinge, so do his canvases, which sparkle with the refreshing tingle of a spring day in Paris...