Word: toppered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Under the big tent in Burbank, Calif, an audience of 1,200 waited impatiently for the circus to start. Finally the ringmaster made an announcement. Clyde Beatty's Circus, the No. 2 big topper in the U.S. (after Ringling Bros, and Barnum & Bailey), had come to the end of the tanbark trail. It was closing. As the audience filed out, roustabouts dismantled the show for the last time...
...hours, Louisiana's Allen Ellender nonetheless took direct aim at Eisenhower. "The choice was the President's," cried Ellender. "He has chosen to let our farm population dangle at the end of Secretary Benson's flexible noose." Oklahoma's Senator Robert Kerr supplied the oratorical topper: "From his ivory tower at the Augusta country club, where he has been completely insulated from the voice of the people, the President has again acted on the advice of little men who made his decision for him . . . The nails that have been driven into the farmer's hands...
...Timber Topper. In Pasadena. Calif., after he flushed a midnight prowler from his house, chased him out the back door and was outdistanced in a dash across the yard. House Owner Ronald L. Miller watched while the burglar easily hurdled the back fence, noticed that he wore a pair of spiked track shoes...
...Missouri. "The Prime Minister . . . was considered unsuitable because he was the Emperor's uncle . . . [The] Vice Premier . . . shunned the ordeal. Finally, the mission was assigned to Foreign Minister Shigemitsu." He was the little Japanese who stumped into history ten years ago this week, grotesque in frock coat and topper amid the tieless suntans of MacArthur's conquerors, to sign the surrender papers and take his nation's disgrace upon his bowed shoulders. One U.S. general recalled: "The Japanese plenipotentiary had a little trouble with...
John Raymond Godley, 34, 3rd Baron Kilbracken, from Killegar House in Ireland's County Cavan, invited Vicki for a weekend on his estate, met her at the Dublin airport in a grey cutaway coat and topper with a bouquet of roses and shamrocks, and a coach and four. Vicki proceeded to stay the weekend in the 150-year-old mansion, whose highceilinged, chandeliered gloom has never been desecrated by electricity. "Did you do any hunting?" Vicki was asked. "No," she replied, "but I was photographed with a Black Angus calf...