Word: sundowners
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...great brass bell across from the Assembly Hall on Pitcairn Island clanged gladly one sundown last fortnight. Through the dim light a ship had just been sighted, and the 200-odd hybrid descendants of H. M. S. Bounty's, mutineers rushed out on Adamstown's headland to strain eyes for their first visitor in over two months...
...sundown last week, Kol Nidre, the mournful prayer-hymn in which good Jews ask God to release them from unfulfilled vows, throbbed in countless synagogues. It was the eve of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement dedicated to fasting and turning toward God. At Yom Kippur's sunset, a blast on the shofar (ram's horn) brought to a close the ten-day high holidays of the new Jewish year. To Congregation B'nai Sholaum in Brooklyn, N. Y., the first day's sun of year 5700* brought something new-a woman in the pulpit. Helen...
...last week at Philadelphia's Huntingdon Valley Country Club, the thing actually happened. James B. McFarland III cut his drive at the fifth tee into deep rough. He swished his club angrily. It slipped from his hand, smote Caddy John Klemming, 35, in the temple. Klemming died before sundown. "I hope," said James B. McFarland III, "my experience will be a lesson to angry golfers...
...inevitable as a cheese crouton in tomato bisque is Fujiyama in the background of a Japanese print. To Japanese the symmetrical, snow-shawled, 12,395-foot-high cone is sacred. They call it "Mr. Fuji," and climb it in droves, usually starting at sundown and taking about twelve hours. Seeing dawn from the rim of Fuji's long-dead crater is considered a sort of virtuously ecstatic act, like seeing a vision. Last week 13 disabled Japanese war veterans declared their intention of "demonstrating national spirit" by stumping up Mr. Fuji on their honorable peg legs...
...sundown, heralds in parti-colored livery tilted silver trumpets, blew sweetly toward the dusky sky. From the Sacred Heart Church, 3,000 Roman Catholics-priests, nuns, altar-boys ringing bells, laity bearing bright banners and lighted candles -began moving in a long procession through the flower-decked streets. In the midst of the procession was the Blessed Sacrament (to Catholics, the real presence of God), borne in a monstrance under a silken canopy by vested priests. As darkness fell, the marchers reached the end of their two-mile route, the gardens of the old von Schrenk estate. There, before...