Word: leaning
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Then, with the end of his lean year approaching, Kane began to worry about his job. In late June he resumed the diet, slimmed down once more to 261 lbs. by early August. For the second time Mrs. Kane began to take tucks in his uniform, and Peter noticed a big difference in his life: "Before, I used to sit around and give orders. I'd tell the kids, move a chair here, and mow the lawn, and feed the chickens. Now I get up and do it myself...
...Krishna Menon, India's Communist-cuddling roving ambassador, sat at the head table of the National Press Club in Washington one noon last week, his lean fingers coiled and writhed, flitted across his face, danced in the air, groomed his nose. Sometimes he cracked his knuckles with an audible snap. When at last he rose to face the newsmen, his words also coiled and writhed and flitted...
After 13 days of interregnum, Italy had a new Premier. Christian Democrat Antonio Segni, 64, a lean-featured, soft-voiced professor who looks like a country gentleman of 50 years ago, took over last week where his predecessor Mario Scelba left off, and managed to put together again Italy's four-party, middle-of-the-road coalition...
...year-old Sardinian, a lean, fragile lawyer with a beaked nose and unruly white hair, had just been summoned by Italian President Gronchi to try to form a new government to replace the fallen Mario Scelba (TIME, July 4). Earnest Christian Democrat Segni, as Minister of Agriculture in several De Gasperi governments, drew up Italy's postwar land-reform program, but was less of a success at administering it.* He accepted Gronchi's commission early last week and from his paper-strewn apartment on the Via Sallustiana set about canvassing the three small center parties in hopes...
...golf courses around Davenport, Iowa one bright morning last week, then landed at the city's new airport. Above a nearby hangar streamed a banner proclaiming: "Congratulations, we're proud of you, Jack." Below the banner hung a 20-ft. cardboard putter. Out stepped a lanky, lean, tired man in blue slacks and white sweater. A thousand welcomers cheered. Unashamedly, the weary man wept. Jack Fleck, 32, a week after leaving Davenport as one of the nation's most obscure golf pros, was home as the city's No. 1 citizen -rocketed from nowhere to glory...