Word: ridings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Secret Service men, the black Cadillac turned westward, picked up Route 40 outside Denver and headed into the Rockies. Twisting and climbing to a top of 11,314 ft. in Berthoud Pass on the Continental Divide, Route 40 west of Denver is a spectacular highway. It was a ride Ike thoroughly enjoyed, and he was making it in pleasant company. With him were his mother-in-law, Mrs. John Doud, and a pair of old friends, General Lucius Clay and Washington Contractor Charles Tompkins. Mamie, who has been feeling under the weather and has appeared in public only twice since...
Actually, air-coach travel is fast becoming second-class service in name only. Instead of awkward night flights, air coaches now operate on daytime schedules, and tourists usually ride in the same equipment used on first-class runs. On air coach DC-6s and Constellations, the only major difference is that an extra row of seats is added so that passengers on the right side ride three abreast. The only important luxuries of first-class travel not available on air coaches are free meals. Domestic coach passengers must buy their food, but meals are now free on overseas air-coach...
...French reporters, the Vieux Carre of French New Orleans was a fake-with its "pretentious airs of romanticism," its "tourist traps." In Paris, Tenn., the Gossets felt a twinge of outraged national pride at the "made in Paris" perfumes. But their spirits revived when they saw a horseman ride up to a parking meter, throw the bridle across the meter, dismount and deposit a coin...
Both boats are the belles of Seattle and are owned by Car Dealer Stanley Sayres, 57. Five years ago, he sat down with a boatbuilder and a designer to work out a radical craft that would ride as much on air as on water, yet be controllable. The result was Slo-Mo IV, which the Detroiters have now grudgingly copied; but, as this week's race proved, they have not yet caught up with Stan Sayres. Throwing up a saucy rooster tail of white spray as she churned round & round the 3¼-mile course, Slo-Mo IV rubbed...
...Mike," she murmurs, toying with the buttons of her blouse. "Ride your imagination. Get it all out . . ." She lifts her lips to his. Gently he squeezes the trigger and blows a hole in her belly (the dame had it coming to her). "Then she went down like soft rope," says Mike as the film ends, "and there was only one thing left to do. Order a basket...