Word: outdoors
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...share Ike's love of cooking, spent more time wading in shallow St. Louis Creek. Next day reporters were allowed on the ranch to watch the President sign the social security bill and invited to stick around and watch him broil a dozen thick steaks on an outdoor grill. Hoover ambled up to the grill. As usual, he was grimly hanging onto his snap-brim hat. Ike invited Hoover to help with the steaks. Hoover seemed reluctant but finally complied when Ike gave him a long-handled fork and suggested: "Here, turn that fella over...
...around to the view that pampering pays. In the traditionally low-paying insurance business, which pioneered in pensions and sick benefits, some new frills are being added. In Houston the Prudential Insurance Co. of America two years ago put up a $9,000,000 building with a swimming pool, outdoor lounge and free-lunch cafeteria. The company now has a waiting list for clerical help. Says Prudential Vice President Charles Fleetwood: "This building is one of the biggest bargains we ever...
...this the do-it-yourself addict also adds a paint spray gun with an attached air compressor for $60, an exhaust fan to carry off the fumes for $20, plus a $200 collection of chisels, wrenches, hammers, screw drivers, vises and pliers. For outdoor work he buys a $125 power lawn mower, a $35 hedge trimmer, a $115 chain saw for work on his trees, a $250 tractor to plow his garden and shovel snow from his driveway. By the time he is finished, he has as much as $2,000 invested in his new hobby, and he can build...
...every six adult Kentuckians has less than five grades of education. The state ranks 46th in teachers' salaries (with a minimum of $900 a year). As recently as World War II, 14% of Old Kentucky's rural homes had no toilet facilities whatever, 83% had only outdoor privies. Per-capita income is the seventh lowest...
...Street, in the shoddy suburb called Caraleigh at the southern fringe of Raleigh, N.C., stands the Windmill. Its dragon-green neon arms whirl day and night, its sexy carhops skip out in black slacks to take orders on the big, asphalt parking space, its gigantic jukebox, hitched up to outdoor amplifiers, drenches the area with blare: Pin Ball Boogie, maybe, or Jo Stafford's plangent yearning for someone to Make Love to Me -and always plenty of hillbilly...