Word: saws
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with deep emotion, spoke Virginia's Governor J. (for James) Lindsay Almond Jr. last week to a special session of the Virginia General Assembly in Richmond. His duty, as he saw it, was a sad one. Faced with U.S. and Virginia Supreme Court orders (TIME, Feb. 2) to integrate four Negroes into white public schools in Arlington County (pop. 277,400) and 17 in Norfolk (pop. 294,300), Almond had either to propose new forms of resistance, which would surely be judged unconstitutional, or to comply. Almond's decision, imposed by his lawyer's mind...
...from a Hydrant. This chatter was only a way of passing the time, for the guests had come for something more important than Scotch and Spinoza. They had come to meet 32-year-old Allen Ginsberg of Paterson, N.J., author of a celebrated, chock-full catalogue called Howl (I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked), recognized leader of the pack of oddballs (TIME, June 9) who celebrate booze, dope, sex and despair and who go by the name of Beatniks...
...something from them, Cushing can display a formidable charm, and a determination that is awesome. But Alec Cushing had a certain rudeness about him from the beginning. "He was a beautiful baby," recalls his older sister, Mrs. Lily Cushing Boyd. "He was also the most determined boy you ever saw. Whenever people came up and went itchykoo at him, Alexander would lie back and bark like a sea lion." He was born to wealth. His grandfather, Robert M. Cushing, was an old Boston tea merchant. His father was a talented painter, died when Alec was four. Young Cushing grew...
Tragedy. Cushing first saw Squaw Valley in 1946. hiked into it (there was no road then) with a likable skier and Pan American World Airways pilot named Wayne Poulsen. who had bought up much of the valley's land. Over the bridge table that night, Alec cautiously asked his wife: "How would you like to live in these mountains?" Justine did not look up from her cards. "Are you out of your mind, Cushing?" she inquired icily. But two years later the Cushings and the McFaddens headed west once more to check on Squaw as a possible ski resort...
Hearst's Bob Considine, who went to Cuba during (but independently of) Castro's flamboyant "Operation Truth" freeload for the press, ably and sharply stuck to the truth as he-not Castro-saw it. "The girl still could not identify the villain of her story," wrote Considine, covering the stadium trial. "Her head turned past him several times, and each time the huge jury in the arena would gasp 'Oh!' " Not all experienced observers had such clear eyes. Glowed the Chicago Tribune's Dubois, who could not overcome his Castro partisanship and his relief...