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...double shift had labored at constructing the stands in front of the Capitol. No detail was overlooked. The National Park Service, seeking to achieve a touch of spring, sprayed fresh green dye on the lawns surrounding the Lincoln Memorial. Trees along the inaugural route got a light coating of Roost-No-More, a compound guaranteed to put Washington's pesky starlings to flight. Secret Service agents battened down manhole covers on the right of way to forestall any bomb-planting saboteur, set up surveillance posts on rooftops and other strategic spots, organized an overall security guard...
...team of workers prowled the parade route atop a mobile boom, spraying the sycamores with a bird-repellent, Roost-No-More, which is hopefully expected-at a cost of $10,000 to the inaugural committee-to keep the top-hatted politicians and a million spectators safe from Washington's plague of starlings (it worked fine...
Nehru's Chickens Home to Roost. Finally, the Sikh demand for a separate state is an embarrassing end result of Nehru's own mistakes. After the Prime Minister backed down last spring and allowed the division of Bombay State between the Marathi and Gujarati language groups, the Punjabi-speaking Sikhs became the only one of India's 14 major constitutionally recognized linguistic groups without a separate state...
...town councilman in Everett) in 1948, and proudly asserts: "Put me down as one of the original Kennedys." Bidding half-heartedly for a state senate seat is I. (for Irving) John Kennedy, 47, manager of Boston's Zebra cocktail lounge. John Joseph Kennedy, 36, a salesman for "Roost-No-Mor" bird repellent, is running for commissioner of Norfolk County, thinks he may be related to Senator Kennedy but "I'm not using the name." John A. (for Andrew) Kennedy, 62, tree warden of Plymouth for 22 years, is trying for a state representative's seat, says...
Robert Graves's mother used to warn him against becoming "like people who feed birds in public gardens, and usually have two or three perched on their heads." But Mother scarcely foresaw the strange-feathered notions that would roost inside Graves's head. Out of this intellectual aviary fly de-crested myths, twice-tweaked Bible tales, a poetic cockatoo called the White Goddess, and great whooping cranes of scholarly controversy. As a man who travels "full-speed in the wilder regions of my own, some say crazy, head," Graves ranges airily from poetry to poltergeists, from mushrooms...