Word: sidewalk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Minutes after Powell fell dead on the sidewalk, other students swarmed onto the street. One girl yelled: "This is worse than Mississippi!" Another shouted at police: "Come on, shoot another nigger." The youths threw bottles, cans and pieces of cement at 75 policemen, who struggled for two hours to get the mob under control. A Negro patrolman suffered a concussion when struck...
...blaze in the breeze, couples congregate at thatched-roof tables, while brown-skinned babes in tighter-than-skin pants gyrate to the hot blasts and calypso beat of bongo drums and steel bands. There is no place to dance, but the itchy-footed shake or shuffle outside on the sidewalk. It is, perhaps, better not to mention the food, but there is a $3 minimum after...
...Voss, 17, off her feet with dancing by candlelight, dinners for two and sweet talk of marriage. Then off they motored from the West German town of Heide to West Berlin for a day's outing, with the blessing of the girl's parents. After lingering in sidewalk cafes, Peter suggested they go over to Communist East Berlin. "It'll be really interesting, darling," he whispered, tenderly pressing her hand...
Like Norsemen of old toasting Balder, the god of light, Scandinavians celebrate summer with feasting and fireworks, music festivals and folk dancing until dawn. At lunch hour, heliotropic beauties stand on every sidewalk with closed eyes and hiked skirts, "mooning at the sun," as the Swedes say. Restaurant tables are laden with summer delicacies: crayfish, trout in sour cream, fresh eels, wild strawberries. In the milky gloaming that passes for night, Copenhagen cabarets work double shifts, and the nightlong sounds of revelry prompt a tourist official's tip: "Have fun in Denmark. Sleep in the next country...
...looks out, checks the field, withdraws. And then, blast off. Out of the stage door steps Elizabeth Taylor. She is wearing yellow, or lavender, or green, or rose, or some other color, never anything she has ever worn before or will again. The audience surges forward. She crosses the sidewalk in seven steps or three seconds. Hamlet follows her, not all that melancholy.* She flashes a sudden dazzling, billiondollar smile and slips into the limousine purring in wait at the curb. It pulls out slowly, flanked by mounted policemen on either side, and creeps leisurely down the center...