Word: meete
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Maneuvered U.S. land-sea-air power across thousands of miles, stopped the Communists at the pressure points, slowed down the rate of Communist military adventurers when he warned the Communists that the U.S. would not necessarily meet the enemy on the enemy's chosen battlefields, but would "retaliate, instantly, by means and at places of our choosing...
...lazy Sunday afternoon, Castro laid wreaths on the monuments to Lincoln and Jefferson, noted that Jefferson "understood what revolutions should do." On NBC's Meet the Press, he sweated his way past a few sharp questions. (How soon elections? "Not more than four years. The people don't want elections.") Then he rushed off to the deserted Capitol for a two-hour session with Vice President Nixon. After another week, in New York, Canada and Houston, Castro will fly back to Havana, where he has always found Yankee-baiting the easy way to please the crowds...
...freshman at the University of Southern California. Dallas Long switched from the 12-lb. to the 16-lb. ball, two months ago heaved it a prodigious 63 ft. 4 in. in a freshman meet. The field sloped too much to qualify the toss for a world mark, but it brought Parry O'Brien himself hustling down from the stands. He rushed to the dressing room, put on a track suit, and registered 63 ft. 6¾in. Said O'Brien: "I just hope I can fight him off for another year or two, but it's going...
Relaxed Approach. In contrast to O'Brien, who practices constantly, eats wheat germ, honey, and high-energy foods, and works himself into a competitive swivet before a meet by listening to his own tape-recorded pep talks, Long is casual and easygoing. He does not go all out in workouts, eats whatever is served at the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house, is so relaxed in competition that he often does not bother to watch his competitors perform. A steady B student, he works in a local drugstore one night a week, takes many night classes (he is planning...
When strangers sought him at the villa, Bonnard would pad out to meet them at the garden gate, blandly regret that "M. Bonnard is out." Back in the house he tacked huge canvases to the wall and dabbed at them with colors arranged on a china plate. Achieving something that suited him, he would snip it out and ship it to his dealers. Connoisseurs began buying Bonnards at modest prices; living simply, he had no money worries. His chosen life remained much the same until his death twelve years ago at 79, when he left a studio full of pictures...