Word: porting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Into the big white presidential palace, over the rich red carpets, the sweating, ill-dressed black people of Port-au-Prince swarmed last week. They stood in the elegant corridors and squatted in the yellow-draped reception room, waiting for a glimpse of the slim mathematics professor who took power a few days before. When he left the palace, they ran alongside his car, shouting their affection for 42-year-old acting President Daniel Fignole...
Fignole's popular appeal is natural. He comes from poor peasant parents, struggled for an education, discovered a hypnotic gift of speech, organized the poor blacks of Port-au-Prince and turned them against the well-off mulatto elite. Preaching a race struggle, Rabble-Rouser Fignole promised the blacks cars, houses and the mistresses of the rich. "Haiti for the black Haitians!" he cried. In more recent years he has tried to forget such anti-elite demagoguery...
Into the shot and shell over the defense budget sailed Defense Secretary Charles Erwin Wilson, whose battle banner many an eye has danced to see. To port lay the lusty economizers of the House Appropriations Committee, who had just brought down 7% of Charlie's defense budget with one savage $2.5 billion cut. To starboard, scudding elusively above and below the horizon, lay sleeker seamen such as Scientist Vannevar Bush, an old Pentagon hand, and Distinguished Citizen Nelson A. Rockefeller; they thought that Wilson ought to save money and step up efficiency by making some sort of single service...
...PORT AU PRINCE, Haiti, May 27--Haiti pulled back from the brink of anarchy today and went back to work under peasant-labor leader Daniel Fignole. He is the third provisional president in the five months since the Magloire regime...
...first loped onstage last fall opposite such formidable opposition as CBS's Playhouse go and ABC's Wire Service, it was clear that Tennessee Ernie was a new kind of Ford in TV's future. Jaws slack and chipmunk eyes watering, his mouth listing to port in a mustachioed half-smile, Ernie could slam into a fair-weather tune with authority, sink back languidly into some corn pone-and-molasses badinage about his pea-pickin' cousins (he claims 150 kinsfolk) or how to make porcupine meat balls. He could turn a muffed line into an "Ernie...