Word: palming
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Pertini at the 16th century Quirinale Palace, the President changed into jogging togs. He ran round and round the palace, through a vast garden of magnolia and palm trees. Next morning he met with Pertini in the Sala d'Ercole (Room of Hercules) and reported that he had run 10 km (six miles). Pertini, who is 83, amiably replied that he had just done 15 km on his exercise bicycle...
...good? Top-spin is one element. He often starts his forehand swing with the strings virtually parallel to the ground, turns the face of the racquet until it is perpendicular at the instant of impact, then twists it to the horizontal again. Thus he is whipping his hand from palm up on the backswing to palm down on the follow-through...
...accompanying piece about the president's Republican rivals catches Ronald Reagan and Gerald Ford "stroll(ing) out of their meeting near the 13th hole of the Thunderbird Country Club in Palm Springs..." Ford, always a clothes horse, was "smiling and relaxed in a blue blazer and beige slacks," A story on ghetto problems discusses a "black former newpaper publisher in a gray pinstripe suit." The "People" section of this weekly reveals that when Idi Amin walks down the strets of Saudi Arabia "he wears the shapeless white thobe gown and ghutra headcloth...
...more amiable encounter reunited the two most eminent figures in the G.O.P. They had never been friends, and as recently as last March, Gerald Ford had described Ronald Reagan as "unelectable." But as they strolled out of their meeting near the 13th hole of the Thunderbird Country Club in Palm Springs last week, Ronnie and Jerry looked as if they had been lifelong pals. Smiling and relaxed in a blue blazer and beige slacks, Ford called the talks "very, very constructive." Said he: "We are establishing a relationship that is vitally important. I pledge myself to campaign wholeheartedly...
Oppressive heat. Scalding sunlight. Not a whisper of a breeze. The place is a vacation resort near Marrakesh in Morocco, but the guests' garden patio might almost be a military compound under siege. Its protective wall is topped with shards of implanted glass and barbed wire. Palm fronds are silhouettes against an implacably blue sky, and in the distance one hears the eerie, insinuative call of the muezzin, summoning the faithful of Islam to prayer...