Word: shirt
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sixth and final time, Mexico's outgoing President Adolfo Ruiz Cortines draped the red, white and green sash of office across his shirt front, climbed aboard the ceremonial Packard and drove past cheering thousands to the Chamber of Deputies. Across the nation Mexicans gathered around television sets, radios, and street-corner loudspeakers for the last state of the nation address from a man whose honest, middle-reading administration had served the country well. "In each chapter," said Ruiz Cortines proudly, "the country will find a resume of what the Mexican people have accomplished since...
...personal relationships and, says an old Penn State colleague, he "pathetically wants to be liked." Similarly, the butt of his brothers' childhood jokes, he still dreads being laughed at, once suffered for weeks after being unexpectedly photographed at Key West, Fla., with a vacationing Ike, in gaudy shirt and short pants...
...this sociological theme, British Novelist Colin MacInnes has fashioned a book that for most of its length is as jaunty and bitterly Jumble-joking as the Spades themselves. Johnny MacDonald Fortune, 18, is the lad in from Lagos, Nigeria, wearing a white and crimson sweater, a nylon shirt with gold safety pins on each collar point, and a sky-blue gabardine jacket. The first thing he does in London, for the sky-blue hell of it, is to clamber up a down escalator. And in a sense that is what he does in rundown London for the rest...
From time to time, Mullin will lovingly revive the best-known figure in his sports wonderland: a mournful Dodger Bum, with his tattered coat, scraggly beard, patched pants and woeful cigar. When the Dodgers moved to Los Angeles, Mullin briefly spruced up his Bum with a sports shirt and dark glasses-but quickly went back to the stogie. After the Dodgers lost the 1953 World Series to the Yankees, Mullin had his Bum futilely chasing a light-footed brunette in a parody of Keats's Ode on a Grecian Urn ("Thou still unravish'd bride...
...menage. "They called back and wanted two with mustard and one without," says Byam. "Then they said they wanted four. Then five. I got a little flustered. A couple of minutes later, in walked Sinatra and Killer Gray. Gray called me an old bastard. Sinatra grabbed me by my shirt collar and started dragging me around." Scared witless, Byam cried on the hotel manager's shoulder and went home to bed. Not until week's end was John Byam able to get back...