Word: strides
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shoe section of a crowded Harlem department store, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, 29, Negro leader of the peaceful, successful 1956 Montgomery, Ala. bus boycott, was autographing copies of his just-published book, Stride Toward Freedom; The Montgomery Story (Harper & Bros.; $2.95). Suddenly he was confronted by a Negro woman, who demanded: "Are you Mr. King?" King nodded: "Yes, I am." Then Georgia-born Izola Ware Curry, 42, who had lived in New York City on and off for half her life, suddenly flashed a steel letter opener and stabbed King in the upper left side of his chest...
...post war period saw a Dixieland revival on college campuses--a merger of old New Orleans traditions with modern technique and Harmony--and Harvard was no exception. Harvard dixie activity hit its stride in the early Fifties, when Crimson Stompers made many sounds and WHRB assumed the roule of a jazz-oriented station. Herb Pomeroy, now a Boston bandleader, helped link Harvard and Boston jazz...
...this is one triangle that could seem eternal if Author White did not unfold the entire panoply of medieval life to divert the reader. He ranges from the protocol of jousting and the niceties of falconry to the names of the "fiercer cocktails" of the period, e.g., Father Whoresonne, Stride Wide and Lift...
Virtually every chancellery in the world -including Soviet Russia's-had been thrown off stride by the vagaries of Nikita Khrushchev. Ever since the Iraqi coup, Khrushchev had rendered the nights hideous with his full-throated cries for a summit conference on the Mideast. In his evident eagerness he had even accepted the U.S. and British proposal for a summit meeting held within the framework of the U.N. Security Council. Then, early last week, in one of the most dizzying of Russia's many dizzying 180° turns, Khrushchev abruptly announced that "the Security Council...
...whole new class of TV-age entertainers-the just-talkers. But his appeal has little in common with Steve Allen's brash sidewalk zaniness or Arthur Godfrey's somnolent saloon drone. When Paar appears on screen, there is an odd, hesitant hitch to his stride. For a split self-effacing second he is a late arrival, worried that he has blundered into the wrong party. His shy smile-he has developed one of the shiest smiles in the business-seems to ask a question: "Is this applause for me?" Then he remembers: he is really the host. Almost...