Word: rains
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...just get the right man ahead this time." Women craned and gawked to get a good look at the handsome, well-tailored Prime Minister of Great Britain, up there on the crude wooden platform. It began to drizzle. Eden patted his grey hair. "My word, it's rain. Well, never mind, I'm sure the sun will shine again." There were chuckles from the crowd. "The cost of living has gone up much less under us than under the Socialists . . ." Eden went on. "But the most important thing is peace. Peace...
Unfortunately, television encourages passivity rather than activity. It is easy. It is habit-forming. It fosters the dangerous idea that we can learn by letting knowledge drip on us like rain from heaven...
...Prosperous Negro shopkeepers climbed up wooden ladders and draped the Congolese flag (a golden star on a blue field) from lampposts and triumphal arches set up along Boulevard Albert I, the spanking concrete highway that bisects the capital city of Leopoldville. In far-off mission churches, encircled by the rain forest that stretches through Belgian territory from the Atlantic to the Mountains of the Moon, choirs of Bantu children rehearsed the Te Deum. African regiments drilled, jazz bands blared in the bush, and on the great brown river that drains the middle of the continent Negro captains tooted the raucous...
...suburb that seems far too big for them. There are broad, empty boulevards and a scattering of modern skyscrapers, but the buildings seem isolated amid the mango palms and yellow-flowered cassia trees where the red-tailed parrots roost. Many streets are unpaved and unlighted; in heavy rain they turn to quagmires. Leo's whites are mostly officials or highly trained business executives-managers, engineers, sales agents. They are a hardworking, hard-drinking crew, and they have plenty of money to spend on oysters. Scottish salmon and French wine, served in Leo's nightclubs. The Belgians drive American...
Last week, as Paris polished its sneers on the eve of a new tourist season, Ranville and his undaunted knights launched a nationwide eight-day "Crusade of Amiability." The national post office issued a special postmark to commemorate the occasion. Schoolchildren gathered in a shivering rain at the Arc de Triomphe to release hundreds of tricolored balloons carrying the message of bonhomie. A squad of pretty girls scoured Paris looking for outstanding examples of courtesy, and that ancient charmer, Maurice Chevalier himself, cut a symbolic ribbon to release the tide of amiability that promised to engulf the land. Even France...