Word: moss
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Early Life. Originally a moss-grown rock landmark jutting out from the south bank of the Arkansas River, Little Rock was named by Explorer Bénard de la Harpe in 1722, settled by William Lewis of Virginia in 1812, made capital of the Arkansas Territory in June 1821. A boisterous village at the crossing of two frontier arteries -the Arkansas River and the Great Southwest Trail-Little Rock attracted settlers and travelers such as Davy Crockett, who said in 1834: "If I could rest anywhere it would be in Arkansaw where the men are of the real half-horse...
...chair in 1953. Muggeridge swept out the stale sweets of fuddy-duddy whimsy, reverted to an older Punch tradition by installing tartly satiric views on topical issues (and late deadlines to keep right up with them), brought in name contributors and able critics, all but abandoned the moss-grown cover for bright and varied modern ones. He even succeeded frequently in making Punch what Englishmen never expected the old humor magazine to be, i.e., funny. Last week, at 54, Editor Muggeridge announced that he was resigning. Reason: there is nothing left to change if the magazine is still...
...souped-up, specially streamlined MG that curved around his short frame like a futuristic coffin, Britain's Stirling Moss whipped over the rain-dampened Bonneville Salt Flats in northern Utah to set a new record for class F (up to 1,500 cc.) cars in the flying mile: 245.11 m.p.h...
...Wheeling his British-built Vanwall into the lead on the second lap of the triangular course at Pescara, Italy, Britain's Stirling Moss was never headed as he set a record for the Grand Prix of Pescara (2 hrs. 59 min. 22.7 sec.) and moved into second place in the race for the world championship. Second at Pescara: Juan Fangio, who already has won enough Grand Prix races for the championship...
...prewar graces are gone. Over the pea-green waters of the 500-year-old, moss-and lichen-encrusted Imperial Moat, big-winged black butterflies flutter languidly. Within the Imperial Palace grounds (visited by 700,000 Japanese yearly) swarms of graceful scarlet dragonflies dip and glitter in the sunshine. In tiny rock gardens behind the bamboo walls of private homes, artificial fountains gurgle, and tiny bells tinkle to the slightest breeze. Traffic cops, sweating in their summer khakis, pause to admire carefully arranged clusters of chrysanthemums set in their dusty control stations, sip glasses of hot green tea to keep cool...