Word: patch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...solidly comfortable, nondescript dwelling in which millions of middle-aged Americans spent their childhood. Built of the grey-brown brick favored by Denver architects 40 years ago, it sits right up against its neighbors and is separated from the street only by a short, steep terrace and a patch of fine green lawn. Its wide porch is equipped with a glider and wicker chairs; red geraniums grow in low flower boxes on the railings. Last week, in this unremarkable survival of the parlor era, 75-year-old Mrs. Doud was putting up her daughter...
...Prefer Death." Fatigued and discouraged from two weeks of trying to patch together a parliamentary majority, 72-year-old Premier de Gasperi rose to his feet for one last appeal. Democracy could not compromise with the Red left or the black right and survive, he insisted, speaking calmly but with a dry, bitter awareness of what was to come. The rightists could not be trusted, he said. As for the Communists and the Red Socialists: "We cannot entrust the country to either Communism or a coalition which would fall under the Cominform and invariably lead to forced labor, concentration camps...
...kept an anxious eye on the tinder-dry brush. Late one afternoon, they saw the smoke they feared. (As he confessed later, an unemployed 26-year-old who wanted to raise some cash as a fire fighter had got a blaze going.) In a matter of minutes, a crackling patch of flame was eating through the chaparral...
Last week Iraq's King Feisal II and his cousin, Jordan's King Hussein, Abdullah's grandson, got together in Baghdad to patch up the spat. Both are 18, and new to their thrones; they acceded on the same day last spring (TIME, May 11). Neither had anything to do with the bickerings; they were away studying at England's Harrow during most of it. In the hot sun at Baghdad airport, they kissed in the Arab fashion, rode off together in a scarlet coach drawn by six white horses. Iraqi chieftains from far-flung oases...
...held fast to their seat belts as the plane lurched and swayed towards the air base; some prayed; one boy clutched his rosary. A second engine failed, and the plane began to lose altitude more rapidly. Four miles short of the base, the Globemaster slammed steeply into a watermelon patch, broke up and caught fire, skittering bits of burning metal at a frightened Japanese farmer who stood near by. Most, if not all, of the men were killed on impact, which was so great that many bodies were torn from their boots...