Word: midday
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...plane bearing Press Secretary James Hagerty was not due until 3 p.m., but by midday, 20,000 people had converged on Tokyo's International Airport. On the terrace of the terminal building were gathered middle-aged men and kimono-clad women sedately clutching small U.S. and Japanese flags. Near by stood several thousand right-wing toughs of the Great Japan Patriotic Party waving huge Rising Sun banners and shouting nationalist slogans. But the majority of the crowd was made up of Sohyo labor unionists and Zengakuren students carrying signs that read HAGERTY GO TO THE HELL, WE DISLIKE...
...named Ellida, who is haunted by an uneasy feeling that she is land locked. Her liberation comes in the form of a deep-sea sailor, who offers her the chance to slide down the ways and out to where "the seals lie upon the reefs and bask in the midday sun." Ellida sports it for a time with the sailor, but at play's end she chooses a terrestrial admirer. The point seems to be that both sea and sailor represent Ellida 's escape from reality; when her vision clears, she is freed of her aqueous urges...
...typical of Sukarno's charming but rather feckless character that in the first days of his visit, Khrushchev was taken to no factories, plantations or workshops, or even allowed to mingle with any real people. Instead, there were constant spectacles in the 90° heat of midday, with giggling maidens flinging hibiscus and frangipani petals on the sweating Nikita; there were gargantuan meals, with endless courses of Indonesian and Dutch delicacies (to which Khrushchev always brought his own sour black bread), and nights filled with the tinkling music of gamelan orchestras...
...bright autumn sunshine, the plight of Italy's pensioners was dramatized in a way that stung the conscience of the nation. Emerging from his office onto the bustling Via Nazionale, mustachioed Leopoldo de Virgilio, 40, head of the Ministry of Defense personnel section, headed home for his midday siesta. As he reached the corner of Via Napoli, a heavy-set man confronted him and asked: "May I have two minutes of your time?" Recognizing Laborer Galvino Lepori, 53, De Virgilio replied in annoyance: "I have nothing to say that you don't know already." At that, Lepori pulled...
...first glance, the beak-nosed Cologne engineering student seemed too easygoing to be a track champion. He practiced only a couple of hours a week, liked to sack out for a midday nap that lasted until 4, loved to strum his guitar at parties. Watching his relaxed approach to hurdling, West German sportswriters good-naturedly called him "the American from Cologne...