Word: mountain
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...basic cold-war policies. Forewarned by London press leaks and by its own intelligence from Western Europe, the U.S. was partly forearmed; soon after Macmillan landed he was deliberately whisked away from the pressures and pressagentry temptations of Washington to the quiet of President Eisenhower's Catoctin Mountain hideaway, Camp David. There Old Friends Eisenhower and Macmillan (a political adviser on General Ike's staff during the North African campaign in World War II) explored the road to the summit...
Long a close-kept secret both as to precise location and physical description, Camp David last week was briefly opened to newsmen for a rare look. Its 184 acres on the east slope of Catoctin Mountain are surrounded by a 12-ft. barbed-wire fence, with Marine sentries endlessly pacing the perimeter-at night just inside a ring of blazing spotlights. Gravel walks wind amid wild cherry and red oak trees to converge on the President's rustic-timber one-story cottage, named "Aspen" by Mamie Eisenhower. Leaning against one wall stood Dwight Eisenhower's red and blue...
...some of the discussions. Ike called for Deputy Under Secretary of State Robert Murphy, Deputy Defense Secretary Donald Quarles, Atomic Energy Commission Chairman John McCone and Science Adviser James Killian to attend next morning. Between conferences and dinner sessions, Ike and Macmillan drove together along winding roads and across mountain freshets through the Catoctin forests...
...silvered laurel wreath. Grivas was weeping. "Small Cyprus fought Goliath," he said. "It did not succumb." He had consented to a peace that brought self-government to Cyprus but forbade it enosis (union with Greece). He handed the mayor of Athens a small bag of earth taken from his mountain lair, and said emotionally, "This bit of soil, soaked with the blood of Cypriot fighters, will be the link between Cyprus and Greece." His eyes still wet, Grivas was led to a Cadillac, and driven through flag-decked streets to be cheered by a quarter million Athenians...
...picked a fight; and he was not even fast on the draw. Jesse James, no matter what the legend says, never gave a buffalo nickel to the poor. Wes Hardin, the tiny Texan who was probably the most dangerous gunman in the West, was as mean as a mountain boomer; he had killed twelve men before he started to shave, and by the time he was mercifully shot in the back, at 42, he had slaughtered more than 40. The lawmen were not much better. Most of them were coldblooded, cat-eyed killers who spent so much time...