Word: shrub
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...which can be raised or lowered for comfort simply by pressing a button, and declared: "This is really living. Modern homes have nothing on this." Her roommate, Mrs. Helen Sigmund, 26, agreed. Tired for the moment of looking through the plate-glass sliding doors at the shrub-covered hillside above Los Angeles' famed Sunset Boulevard, she simply reached up and pulled a switch. Automatically, yellow cloth curtains rippled across, closing in the room. Said Mrs. Sigmund: "We'll be spoiled rotten by the time they take us home...
...poems are the best things in the new Advocate. "The House at the Cascades," by Adrienne Rich, is as clean, tight, and refreshing as Miss Rich's previous work. She writes of a house going to ruin, and does so with remarkable unpretentiousness: "The tamest shrub remembered anarchy, and joined in appetite with the demagogue weed . . ." The other, "Digging for China," by Richard Wilbur, is simple and evocative; Wilbur's clarity should inspire some of the Advocate's more obscure writers to intense self-examination...
...grandstand rose at Mexico City's Balbuena Airport. Along the road to town, workers paved the walks and turfed the unkempt fields. In the city, little groups of men labored past midnight, filling in every last crack in the pavement that Harry Truman would ride over. Every boulevard shrub had been freshly manured to make the capital a little greener for its first visit, this week, from a U.S. President...
Like Frankie, Jean latches on to a microphone as if it had gender. There the resemblance ends. Jean is middling tall, broad-shouldered, has a mechanical grin and a thick shrub of mustache, through which he filters a vibrant baritone like the late Russ Columbo...
Precisely at nine o'clock every morning a trim but stooped figure enters the Wigglesworth Gate and proceeds towards the west end of the Yard. Now and then the stroller stops to examine a shrub or gaze speculatively at one of the old buildings, and passers-by can detect bits of conversation that pass between the stroller and some invisible colleague. Indeed, at certain points, the figure seems to stop and engage in lengthy discourse with himself, ending abruptly with a nod of decision and a hurried resumption of his path toward Lehman Hall. The early morning boulevardier is Aldrich...