Word: murrays
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Four years ago, after her husband became governor of Oklahoma, Mrs. Johnston Murray complained that her swollen right hand was nearly paralyzed from shaking hands with more than 100,000 persons along the campaign trail. But that was nothing to faze red-haired Willie (Roberta) Murray. No sooner was she well settled in the governor's mansion than she started holding weekly open houses, standing at the front door and clicking off (on a counter concealed in her left hand) the assorted Indians, oil drillers and schoolmarms who trooped past. By last count. Willie's tabulation had passed...
Oklahomans, who tend toward he-men as their politicians, have watched with interest as 138-lb. Willie Murray, a onetime concert pianist, grew to be a heavyweight in state politics. A year younger than the State of Oklahoma (which admits to 46), she met Johnston Murray at a Democratic state convention, has been a close political adviser ever since...
...after his 17th birthday, New Zealander Murray Halberg learned a hard fact of life. He was playing a game of Rugby football for Avondale College when he was brought to earth with a hard-driving tackle. Halberg had a hard time getting back on his feet. His left side was paralyzed, his left arm useless. Halberg, a natural lefthander, had to learn to do everything all over again with his right. An enthusiastic runner, he was told he might never run again. Halberg did not believe the doctors. As soon as he was up and about, he began...
...Fire-Raisers, by Marris Murray. A vivid, moody story about a South African valley and its willy-nilly incendiaries (TIME, April...
...Author Murray (who now lives in Surrey) resembles another prepossessing Commonwealth novelist, Guiana's Edgar Mittelholzer (TIME. Jan. 11), in the audacity with which she flirts with fantastic characters and odd situations. But Author Murray's chief triumph is as a specialist in African sickness. Her bedside manner is worthy of Chekhov in wit and diagnostic sharpness; in spirit and human sympathy it never departs from the grand old female tradition of the South African novel...