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Word: marsh (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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ARRANGING an interview with a head of state often involves a time-consuming and frustrating tangle of red tape. For TIME'S Saigon Bureau Chief Marsh Clark, merely making a date with South Viet Nam's President Nguyen Van Thieu was a great deal simpler than keeping it. When he arrived at the presidential palace to interview Thieu for this week's cover story, Clark's press credentials did not move the guards to relax the caution of long experience. The office car, the two tape recorders Clark was carrying, everything got a thorough going-over...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher: Mar. 28, 1969 | 3/28/1969 | See Source »

...interview with TIME Correspondent Marsh Clark, President Thieu last week discussed conditions for scaling down the war and his hopes of winning the political struggle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: It Depends on the Communists | 3/28/1969 | See Source »

Three shiny 11-foot canoes in shades of lake blue, cardinal red, and marsh grass now occupy a major portion of the Coop's sporting goods department. Canoes among the books and records and Scrabble games at the Coop...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Hiawatha by the Charles | 3/22/1969 | See Source »

...costumes, by Marian Moore and Susie Marsh, go a long way toward salvaging some period sense, now suggesting an elegance rare to Ex productions. They are, however, undone by a zipper. The settings, credited to Mr. Hart, are downright tacky. I will remember for some time the bed-chamber of Charles II, prominently decorated with what I take to be his priceless white hat-rack...

Author: By Peter Jaszi, | Title: Monmouth | 3/21/1969 | See Source »

...picnic. It was raining and grey and a perfect day for Volkswagens. I drove through Tomoka Park, down narrow roads with Spanish moss above, hiding the sky. We stopped and watched a silent group of pure white egrets perch high in some palm trees on an island in the marsh. Then we rode down a twisting, red clay road to the Bulow Sugar Mill Plantation ruins. Once there, we got out, and I jumped around for a while. Gayle followed, but she was always conscious of the fact that she was getting wet. I got my camera from...

Author: By Timothy Carlson, | Title: You Can't Go Home Again | 2/22/1969 | See Source »

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