Word: roustabout
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...brothers to drop out of college (Yale during his third year). He never returned. "I went to a doctor," he recalled later, "who examined my eyes and then remarked: 'I don't believe the trouble is in your eyes. Did you ever try opening a book?' " Roustabout to Roughneck. It was an unspoken law that all the Rockefeller boys should try their hands at manual labor while in school and on vacation...
...college wherewithal, he has worked both part time and full time as an oilfield roustabout and, lately, as an assistant engineer for the Standard Oil Co. He has done well; Standard wants him to come to work permanently after graduation. He has steadily dated pert auburn-haired Sandra Sue Harper, 21, a Cal State classmate, long enough so that they admit to being "serious...
...Nureyev and Fonteyn had little chance to display their glittering technique, so involved were they in acting out the complexities of the plot. Nureyev, despite a wig that looked like a wet dishrag, was a compelling and thoroughly convincing hero. Free of exaggeration, he masterfully portrayed Romeo as a roustabout turned rapt lover. The evening, however, belonged to Fonteyn. Though 45, she was every inch the teenage Juliet, brimming with the dart and dash of adolescence. She began by cavorting kittenishly with a rag doll, then movingly matured into a woman in the throes of first love. Backed by sumptuous...
...another Dutch oilman, Managing Director Luitzen Brouwer, 54. Spaght will in herit one of Loudon's titles: chairman of U.S. Shell. To take over the American firm as Spaght's successor, Shell named Richard C. McCurdy, 56, an Iowa-born mining engineer who worked up from oilfield roustabout to Shell boss in Venezuela and, since 1953, has been president of Shell Chemical...
...Roustabout. Step right up, folks. It's a carnival, and here come the freaks. Way down there is the midget, way up there is "the tallest man in the world." Behind that bush stands the bearded lady and over in the cutlery department the sword-swallower is just about to show his guts. But say, what's that whatsit wriggling down the midway: that long damp thing with the pale-green skin and the pollywog eyes and the squirmy little mouth...