Word: safe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...impetuously offered the Russians a Senate report on strategic minerals in the Western hemisphere a report they already had. Malone's conduct puzzled his friends at home. Wrote New York Daily News Columnist John O'Donnell: "If Molly has been softened up in Moscow, is it safe to let any of our legislators visit the Soviet Union?" "You're Uncultured!" While Malone and Ellender hogged the limelight, other traveling Americans tried wistfully to get into the act. Justice William O. Douglas and his wife posed for pictures in front of Lenin's tomb: AIabama...
...Safe in a concrete bunker, tense men at a periscope window kept their eyes on Sonic Wind No. 2, a squat, steel sled with the menacing look of a robot spider. Beneath its red-and-white-striped cab, a string-straight rail track ran across the shimmering heat of Holloman Air Force Base. A patch of blue water dammed up between the rails stretched toward the end of the line, 3,500 ft. away...
...ring a few changes in the bureaucratic hierarchies of the satellite states? After Geneva, the local bosses felt a little better: the West had not pressed its demands for liberation, and Khrushchev & Co. had stood their ground. Last week, the word from Moscow was that the satellite bosses were safe-for the time being...
...SINATRA. A scrawny, wistful little piper had come to town, and the younger generation was following him in far greater numbers and enthusiasm than ever it had shown for the Hamelin original-or for Rudolph Valentino himself. Wherever he went, fans mobbed him. Even at home, Sinatra was not safe. His house in Hasbrouck Heights, N.J. was ringed all day and half the night by gazing girldom. Originally white, its sides were soon smeared with lipstick. Sometimes the girls made human ladders and peered into his bedroom, and when he got a haircut the clippings were claimed. When Sumatra...
...kept crossing Carmi's path-at Palermo, again in Naples. Finally, as he learned later, the British left it at Tel Aviv. A beekeeper found it, tried to use it as a hive. A chicken farmer tried to use it as an incubator, a butcher as a meat safe. Finally it was cast out into the street as useless. There Avner Carmi-by now out of the service and once more a piano tuner-again found what he called "my plaster piano pal." When he saw that the insides had been ripped out with only the sounding board left...