Word: sirened
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...problems grow and grow, will the great cities of the U.S. be able to survive? The answer seems to be that they will survive just so long as man feels the need of their witness to his accomplishments and grandeur, just so long as he continues to heed that siren song of pomp, pleasure and stimulation. "They will not last if we do not care," said City Lover Leland Hazard, a Pittsburgh businessman, before a Boston conference on community problems. "A city does not endure by the work of hirelings. A city endures when its least and its greatest citizen...
...asphalt pavement, the cut-down, exhaust-blatting hot rods stood poised for takeoff. Hunched over steering wheels, leather-masked drivers squinted through their goggles as the crowd shouted: "Stripe it, Chevy!" "Twist him off!" At the signal, the cars roared away-but not to the wail of a police siren. In Pomona, Calif., last week, the country's foremost hot-rodders were holding their Winternational Drag Racing championships before 39,000 cheering auto buffs...
Sandra seemed the siren type: grey eyes, heavy with green mascara, smoldering in a flawless, poreless expanse of Pancake. From beneath this feral exterior peeked a girl who had never gone wrong-and regretted it. And now faithful old Bun Stanbetter, a handsome electrical engineer, suddenly wanted to marry her and carry her off to his new job in Sarawak...
...Wailing Siren. At week's end Algeria still seemed a smiling white city lying between a blue sea and distant snowcapped mountains. In the nightclubs along the Rue Michelet, couples danced until the midnight curfew, although traveling strippers have taken Algeria off their itineraries. At a movie house on the Rue d'lsly. Moslems and Europeans queued up to see Spartacus; the line moved slowly not because of a lack of seats, but because each moviegoer was frisked for gun, knife or bomb before admittance. At sidewalk cafes, no one turned at the familiar wailing siren of an ambulance racing...
Last week Heinz Weigt completed plans for a move to bigger and plushier quarters, which a Munich hotel is providing free. With the club will go one present fixture: an enlarged Watteau etching, from which an 18th century siren peeks suggestively out at the bar as she heads for the shrubbery with her lover. Muses Weigt: "She is the symbol of the club. You see how her wink follows you all around the room? She already has everything-yet she still wants something more...