Word: pined
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...style hog call. "Sooooooey, soooooey, hoh, peeg, peeg, peeg," he crooned. Then he glanced at his watch. "I better get back to work," he said. The reporters trailed after him into the small original fieldstone wing of the 100-year-old house. The President sat down at a small pine desk and glumly contemplated a stack of bills to be signed into law. "I built this as an office,"' he explained as he began to sign the bills that Secretary Ann Whitman handed him. "But Mrs. Eisenhower took it over, and the only office I have left...
...Molotov on his right. Then at three long tables sat about 150 diplomats and Russian guests, with separate tables for press and children. The sumptuous, eight-course meal was served by more than a hundred waiters and serving girls, who came in long lines through a grove of pine trees bearing...
...hotel owner and a tenor-turned-businessman. By last week 110 acres had been converted into festival grounds containing a 4,000-seat amphitheater, a stage that could be adapted for concerts or theater-in-the-round, and floodlights etching the surrounding trees-hemlock, white pine, maple and cherry. The Empire State Music Festival was ready for business. The opening concert (Beethoven and Brahms) was conducted by Holland's standout Eduard van Beinum; the next night a U.S. conductor, Emerson Buckley, led a setless but fresh-sounding La Boheme. Planned later this season: Shakespeare's Tempest, with...
Then came Lawyer Ross Barnett, a native of Standing Pine. "I cannot serve as governor," cried Barnett, "without the help of Almighty God and the confidence and support of the people of Mississippi. Humility before God and my fellow man is my guide. Segregation is the most serious problem which confronts the people of Mississippi. It is the darkest cloud which has been over us since Reconstruction . . . We shall maintain segregation ... so long as I am governor...
Along Lake Huron's rocky northern rim, where the Canadian Pacific railroad and the Trans-Canada Highway skirt the jack pine forest, blue smoke from smoldering brush fires hangs lazily in the hot, still air. In a raw new clearing the bright steel of a mine headframe cuts an angular pattern against the sky. From the smooth blacktop highway trucks laden with lumber and machinery waddle off toward mine sites deep in the bush. A scattered army of engineers, diamond drillers, airplane pilots, and hardrock miners is turning 900 square miles of lake-pocked wilderness into a billion-dollar...