Word: tripped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...week's end, back from his flying trip to Paris, Dulles sat down once more with the Foreign Relations Committee and with other leaders on the Hill, both Republican and Democratic. This time he was working on a different phase of the same problem. If the French Parliament does not ratify EDC at its present session, due to end around Aug. 15, said Dulles, then the U.S. and Britain should grant limited sovereignty to West Germany (see FOREIGN NEWS). This would mean that the Senate and possibly the entire Congress would have to be called back into special session...
...allowance for his support ran to $1,900 monthly-and he spent $2,500 on a two-week European trip last year. But he was so broke that sometimes he sold a pint of blood for $10. He ran up big bills at clothing stores, but his wardrobe was small; some said he peddled clothing to buy dope. Although he died with a nearly empty wallet, an open fight soon developed over the fortune...
...announces a special phone number (different for each game to avoid jamming circuits). Viewers call in if they think they have won, are kept hanging on the line until their cards are checked, then are announced as winners. (Some first-night prizes: a TV set, a dishwasher, a trip for two to Hawaii...
Willie's eating is hardly a problem. He puts away two big meals a day: fruit, bacon and eggs, hash-brown potatoes and milk for breakfast, steaks or chops and the fixings for dinner. Evenings, after a game or a trip to the movies (preferably westerns), Willie raids the icebox for the makings of a sandwich. Then he usually plays his records for a while. He has a big collection of pop records (leaning to sentimental ballads, Nat "King" Cole or Billy Eckstine variety), and he takes a portable record player and a stack of records along when...
...thin rain drenched Brooklyn. "Do you think those bums'll call it off?" muttered Hank Thompson as he riffled through his fan mail. "Hell, no. Anything for a lousy dollar." He slouched over for a rubdown from the trainer. Off in a corner, Willie Mays and his road-trip roommate, Monte Irvin, laughed apathetically over a joke. Across the room, a group of players carried on a silent gin-rummy game. Conversation, what there was of it, was dominated by an unimaginative profanity. Soon someone cussed out the clubhouse boy and sent him for sandwiches. Outside, a bunch...