Word: pets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Williamsburg, Va., to the red brick and clapboard authenticity of the 18th century, the late John D. Rockefeller Jr. laid out $70 million, but even that was not enough to finish the job. Now the philanthropist's family is dipping into the bank to help one of his pet projects. In the next five years, said Winthrop Rockefeller, chairman of the board of Colonial Williamsburg, the Rockefeller Brothers Fund will ante up $2,000,000 to finance the restoration of such buildings as the John Custis house, the Blair-Prentis general store, and early America's first theater...
...giants of yore are gone, now that the president has no time or inclination to develop a pet project that will make him remembered--like Woodrow Wilson's preceptorial system, Eliot's electives system, Lowell's House plan, Conant's General Education or Nieman Fellowships. Such ideas no longer come from the president's study...
...mind buried alive in the wreckage caused by a disease of infancy. Outdoors, in the front yard of her family's home in Tuscumbia. Ala., her hands grope upward to a sky she will never see. Indoors, she wanders around the dinner table like an overindulged house pet, grubbing for bits of food. The family talks of sending her for the rest of her life to an asylum for mental defectives-but then finds and hires a young teacher from Boston. Half-blind herself, the teacher knows that if she can give the child a sense of the existence...
...arena with a six-foot fence, he'd jump right over it." Now Kelsey tethers Aught to a stake in the ground, far away from the bull corral, and there Aught benignly holds court for the youngsters of Tonasket, Wash. He lets them pet him, pull his ears and tail, feed him hay, clamber all over his broad back. "I'm never afraid of Aught getting mean with people," says Owner Kelsey. "Heck, he's our family pet...
Whether stoking her pet peeve ("Women in slacks look like the back end of hacks"), assaulting high fashion ("Their models look as if they had just been blown out of a wind tunnel"), hitting back at the birds ("There ought to be a law that makes pigeon feeding a crime"), or taking a good-natured swipe at the opposite gender ("Man is indeed the weaker sex, worse luck"), Inez Robb interprets the world she roams with an inexhaustible vivacity that can make her competitors' columns read like the telephone book...