Word: marathoning
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...wiry frame tensed for combat, his glance imperiously stern, his mustache visibly bristling, his arms formidably laden with books, the lean, dapper man strode briskly to his Senate seat. "Mr. President," his utterly confident baritone voice rang out, and then for two hours, three, four, and once for a marathon 22 hours and 26 minutes, Wayne Morse lectured, harangued, infuriated and often educated his fellow Senators. Sometimes they fled the lesson, and Morse addressed an empty floor and gallery. But it scarcely fazed him. For he was sure that he was speaking for the ages and not just...
James J. Norton, international representative for the GAIU, said last night that both sides have set aside Monday and Tuesday for a possible marathon bargaining session that could bring a final settlement of the strike...
...marathon is a frightening contest of wits between Shaw and speeding cars and trucks. On back roads, under a sultry sun, he frequently got enmired in melting tar. Also, everywhere, there are dogs, yelping and nipping at the rolling hero as if he were absconding with the Alpo. He carries a rosary in his left pocket. "I do pray a lot when I'm out there on the highways," he says. "Anything can happen out there." Vehicles are continually bearing down on him, and eluding them requires a special dexterity and alertness. Says Shaw: "Anyone who thinks...
...Senator from New York by Robert Kennedy in 1964; and Mary Pitcairn Davis, 53, widow of Wendell Davis, Manhattan attorney and Harvard Law School classmate of Keating's; he for the second time, she for the third; in Princeton, N.J. Henry Kissinger's recent Middle East marathon forced repeated postponements of the wedding by keeping the groom glued to his diplomatic post...
...Henry Kissinger's Middle East marathon was a grueling chore for him, it was also something less than a honeymoon for his new wife Nancy. Like her husband, she was constantly shadowed by a hovering clutch of Secret Service men on the breathless course from Algeria to Egypt to Jordan, and back and forth between Syria and Israel. One of the agents even swam parallel with her, stroke for stroke, when she came down to the pool from the sixth-floor apartment that she and her husband occupied at Jerusalem's King David Hotel...