Word: slight
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...After an 80-m.p.h. drive to the plantation of a friend, Long suffered what doctors called "slight heart failure," but recovered sufficiently to wolf a hearty dinner of roast beef, chicken and dumplings, corn, black-eyed peas, salad, beer, buttermilk and coffee. ¶ Raging at the wholesale desertion of his followers ("They're takin' a runout powder!"), Long began firing dozens of the unfaithful with the speed of a Cuban revolutionary tribunal. His worries increased when five other candidates, led by New Orleans' able Mayor deLesseps Morrison, announced their willingness to run for Governor against him. Meanwhile...
...role as Queen of Canada: ''The seaway is a magnificent monument to the enduring friendship of our two nations and to their partnership in the development of North America." Ike responded with a tribute to "all the people of Canada over whom you reign." Then, with a slight grin, he continued: "Because we are in this beautiful part of Canada where French is principally spoken [the Queen had delivered part of her speech in French], will you permit me a single halting sentence of my Western prairie brand of that language -Je suis tres heureux de me retrouver...
...about the New Brunswick island where Franklin D. Roosevelt spent so many summers. Last week Flemming told of a project that he recently proposed to his good neighbor next door, Maine's Democratic Governor Clinton A. Clauson: Why not restore F.D.R.'s old summer haunt, now in slight disrepair, and open it to the public as an international shrine, jointly maintained by Maine and New Brunswick? Clausen's response was favorable: "I'm in perfect sympathy (TM) with the suggestion...
Having long behaved like 36 characters in search of an author, Demara finally found the author in the person of Robert Crichton, 34-year-old son of Author-Editor Kyle (The Proud People) Crichton. The result is this slight, bright, abrasively readable biography of a bounder...
Author Busch blows lengthily but achieves only a slight turbulence. Anchylus Saxe, his publisher, is a routinely drawn old thunderer. His women, drunk or sober, are the four-martini kind-it would take that many snorts at a cocktail party to make them endurable. But for old newspaper hands who happen on the book, there is at least one reward-the characterization of a press lord so noble that he allows his own gossip columnist to malign a much-loved member of his family, because, by God, the facts are right...