Word: tourister
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...upstairs bedrooms, visitors will hear an unusual tourist's guide recorded by Rose Kennedy. In it she says: "The President was born in a twin bed near the window on May 29, 1917, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. They always used the bed near the window, so if the baby were born in the daytime the light would be better for the doctor. Years later, when Jack was elected President, I thought how fortunate I was, out of all the mothers in the United States, to have my son inaugurated President on that cold, cold...
...from North Viet Nam is sketchy and often contradictory. A Japanese businessman, who has made many trips to Hanoi during the past 14 years, returned home recently with the impression that the North Vietnamese capital was cleaner and more sprightly than he had ever found it. According to his tourist's-eye view, cafes and beauty shops were full of customers, food was plentiful and moderately priced, and Hanoi's women had blossomed forth for spring in new pink blouses. Boats on the artificial lake in the city's Unification Park were newly equipped with outboard motors...
...Islands (northeast of Japan)? These territories, formerly owned and populated by Japan, are now exclusively occupied by the Soviet Union. Japanese fishing boats that stray too close to these islands are often seized or fired upon. To the best of my knowledge, both areas are sealed off from normal tourist or business travelers...
...natural haven for a genius with billowing dreams and a narrowing future. It is a two-street town, one low and one high, dumped at the foot of one Alp and facing another across Lake Geneva. Beyond the town is Byron's Castle of Chillon, the big tourist attraction of the area...
...illusion that they are the real inhabitants of London. On the other side, opposed to the mugs, are spades, teenagers, whores and their ponces and pimps, coppers and their narks, junkies, gangsters black and white, seamen, Asians, layabouts and homosexuals. They are natives of the swinging London that no tourist sees, the ever-shifting, dodge-through-it city on a salt estuary, rich to eye and nose, whose alleys once throbbed for Defoe, whose street cries ring back to Thomas Dekker. This is the London of Colin Maclnnes, the one literary man who sings the city's cries today...