Word: swimming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...into the arms of his wife. Then, after a cup of coffee, he was whisked off to Victoria for a municipal welcome. Later, with nearly $3,000 in prize money and bonuses in his pocket, he expanded on his plans: "I'd like to try the Golden Gate swim and after that the Gibraltar strait. If I don't get too old, I'd like to break every swimming record there...
...complexion." After Zelda became ill, Fitzgerald said. "I left my capacity for hoping on the little road that led to Zelda's sanitarium." He wrote her: "Do you remember before keys turned in locks, when life was a closeup and not an occasional letter, that I hated to swim naked from the rocks while you liked absolutely nothing better? Still stupid with grief, I find these are the only quarrels I remember." And Zelda could only reply: "Oh Dodo, Dodo, I love you anyway, even if there isn't any me or any love, or even life...
...honeymoon at Brighton in 1892, Clayton hired the public baths for two days so that his "Lorelei" could "swim up and down alone, naked, her long red hair, which when uncoiled reached her knees, trailing in the water behind her." But in a short two years all the romance had gone from their marriage. When Elinor confided to Clayton that a friend of his had the gall to kiss her, she was heartbroken to hear her husband chuckle. "Did he? Good old Brookie!" Clayton was ardent only for a male heir. When Elinor presented him with a second daughter...
Personality & Private Life. A sturdy 5 ft. 10 in., Brucker likes to hike, golf, swim in the pool at home in Grosse Pointe Farms, Mich. In Washington he has not yet picked up a club, lives in a one-bedroom apartment where Mrs. Brucker collects Meissen china and 3-D photos. Their son is a third-generation lawyer in Detroit. Even-keeled Wilber Brucker neither drinks nor smokes, laughs readily and hail-fellows Odd Fellows, Masons, and a host of other fraternal brothers. At a recent Washington party he met a Soviet general, who asked if he had ever seen...
Kidney-Shaped Command Post. Today, Reuther, labor's aging (47) boy wonder, still looks boyish: no grey threads his reddish hair, no bags encase his eyes, no bulges swell his lean flanks. As a machinist, after a 13-hour factory day, he used to do calisthenics or swim at the Y. After a speech or meeting away from Detroit, he used to hike six or seven miles late at night before going to bed. A powerhouse of physical energy, he bounces and bounds with swift, long strides...