Word: rodes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Once they got the lead, the Jags held it to the finish. The Scottish stable (Ecurie Ecossaise) that won last year took first and second; one of last year's winning drivers, Ron Flockhart, was in the front runner, and his co-driver of last year, Ninian Sanderson, rode in the runner-up. A pair of French drivers took third; two Belgians were fourth. The fifth Jaguar was sixth. Said Flockhart's mustachioed co-driver, Ivor Bueb: "The Italian teams have a little Grand Prix of their own. and between themselves they blow one another up. My first...
...Covenanter. Commissioned a sublieutenant, Nuri rode back to Baghdad, slim, handsome in the mustache sprouted in Constantinople, and fiercely proud of his uniform. He became a platoon commander at a Persian border town, and fell in with Jafar al-Askari, a husky, bull-necked Arab a few years his senior. The two became fast friends, and in 1910, as one member of the family puts it, "they gave each other their sisters." Though in accordance with Arab custom Nuri was not introduced to his bride Naima till the wedding day, Jafar arranged for her to catch a glimpse of Nuri...
...morning last week, Jack Putnam, foreman of nearby Buzzard Ranch, rode his horse up Ferris Mountain. LeMasurier's radio-TV company in Duluth had offered a $2,500 reward for anyone who located the plane, and Putnam had a hunch. Late in the morning he spotted a tiny speck of silver high on the mountainside. He quickly reported his find, and an evacuation party was soon puffing its way up the rocky slope. Closing the summit, they heard a faint cry, at first thought it was an echo. Then they found Dorothy LeMasurier on a snowbank...
While-as the Express claimed-20,000 readers scurried to tell the editors just what the Prince could have told the bashful maid, the rival Daily Mirror (circ. 4,649,696) rode TO THE RESCUE one day before the Express' deadline. WHAT COULD THE PRINCE HAVE SAID? asked the tabloid Mirror in a seven-column layout. The answer: Nothing. "His conversation with her had ended BEFORE she looked bashful!" trumpeted the Mirror. The Mirror tracked down the photographer who took the one-in-ten-thousand picture, and he confirmed the Mirror's beat. Not only was the Prince...
...finds the rough-and-tumble of politics a noisy bore. Once, during a particularly tedious Cabinet session, he murmured something about having to leave "for urgent reasons," went to a side door of the Casa Rosada and hailed a taxi. He rode to a teashop, had a leisurely dish of ice cream, taxied back to the office, gravely rejoined the session. Junta meetings seem more natural to him. Aramburu greets his high military counselors casually: "Hello, Rojas. Afternoon, Admiral. General, how are you?" To them he remains "Senor Presidente." There is always some banter and small talk before the junta...