Word: toured
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Embarking on a grueling 8,000-mile campaign tour, the President stopped off in his opponent's home town to go to church, made a stop-and-go trip through downtown Phoenix, and did a little of his own preaching along the way. "Let's go to church and thank the good Lord for the U.S., for sunshine and freedom in the world," he told a Phoenix street crowd. "Love thy neighbor!" In Reno, he struck out at Goldwater, drawling that "we here in the West aren't about to turn in our sterling silver American heritage...
...myopic eyes squinting in the glare of Orly lights, President Charles de Gaulle emerged, majestic and tanned, from the jet that had brought him home after his four-week, ten-nation tour of South America. The general bore an odd assortment of presents: an Argentine pony (asked De Gaulle when the presentation was made: "What does it eat?"), a Bolivian trumpet, Chilean spurs, a Colombian gold cigar box encrusted with emeralds (he does not smoke), and a Uruguayan whip appropriately inscribed, "Strike hard against the enemies of France." The return received dutiful top coverage by the state-owned television network...
Special Alliance. In Brazil, the last and greatest nation on his tour, De Gaulle had waxed loftier and more Delphic than ever. He spoke of the traditional bonds between the two countries, and then, alluding to some dark and distant Armageddon, cried: "I greet the Brazilian army as the ally, if need be, of the French forces, whatever may befall us. There will always be between us, I am sure, a special alliance." There were more immediate matters to discuss. The Brazilians having promised to compensate the former French owners of the Sāo Paulo-Rio Grande railroad nationalized...
...first 24 hours of the Texas tour are roses all the way, a gay and triumphal procession. There they stand on top of the world as though it were their wedding cake: Jack and Jackie the glass of feminine fashion and the mold of masculine form, the prince and princess of a political fairy tale that surely was not meant to have an unhappy ending. "Stop!" the spectator cries silently. "Stop before it's too late!" Impossible. They are in the car, and already it is turning into Elm Street, into the sunlit circle of Oswald's telescopic...
...gypsies at Coney Island, a voodoo cult in Harlem, Japanese Buddhists on Riverside Drive, New Year revelers in Chinatown. Paradoxically, while poking through the city's sociological byways, Gaisseau misses the singular flavor of New York almost entirely. Like many other well-meaning tourists, he makes a superficial tour of the melting pot but overlooks the fire that keeps it going-the fast, fierce, savvy modernity of a great metropolis...