Word: trimly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Doug Dillon, trim (6 ft. 1 in., 188 Ibs.) but beginning to fringe on top at age 49, last year nailed down a top place in Ike's regard. As Under Secretary of State for Economic Affairs, hardworking, soft-selling Dillon earned a major share of the credit for steering reciprocal trade and foreign aid through a bullheadedly balky Congress. Perhaps the most popular of all-State Department officials on Capitol Hill, Dillon is especially friendly with Arkansas Democrat William Fulbright, new chairman of the powerful Senate Foreign Relations Committee...
...Trim in a charcoal grey suit, black loafers and grey Homburg, Berlin's muscular Mayor Willy Brandt, 45. bounded down the steps of the plane from Ottawa last weekend before Washington's photographers could get their cameras aimed. Brandt and his pretty, blonde wife were met by State Department Berlin Expert Eleanor Lansing Dulles, whose brother John Foster had just flown off to confer with German Chancellor Konrad Adenauer about Brandt's Russia-menaced city. Said Brandt: "I will tell my friends in the U.S. about free Berlin . . . You can rely on the people of the city...
...mirror, another carrying a musket, and the third strumming on a one-string gourd guitar-wailed out a chant in honor of the man who for two solid hours had been the center of all the attention. Finally. Sekou Toure. 37. President of the new Republic of Guinea, a trim figure in a European business suit, rose and raised...
...Editor Ogden Reid died in 1947, popping off went out of style at the Trib. Classmates of Whitelaw Reid (Yale '36), Ogden's son, began showing up on the payroll-even on Woodward's staff. In 1948, during an economy wave, the management suggested that Woodward trim off a few sports hands, asked him for names. Barked the Coach: "Red Smith and me." Not long after that, Whitelaw Reid found a name for the trim list: Rufus Stanley Woodward. The new sports editor was Robert Cooke (Yale...
Back on the third level stacks, with his books and clock and everything right there around him, he took out the card, letting the trim run once lightly between his fingers. In a flash it was licked securely in its protective envelope and Lucius was moving boldly into Miss Schroeder's neighbouring alcove, where he placed it devotedly among her papers...