Word: vips
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Galbraith sardonically sweated his way through the routines of a "ceremonial existence." He met VIP planes. He attended weddings. He put in appearances at worthy institutions-farming villages, universities, factories. He gave countless speeches. He entertained American tourists: the Harvard Glee Club, the Davis Cup team, Lyndon Baines Johnson ("genuinely intelligent") and, finally, Jackie Kennedy. Social duties also involved suffering fools gladly, like the Indian industrialist of whom he wrote: "No one could be rich enough to buy the right to be such a bore...
ABOARD the U.S.S. Hornet, 950 miles southwest of Hawaii, hundreds of crewmen, reporters, cameramen and VIP guests anxiously scanned the pre-dawn skies. At 5:41 a.m., shouts of "There it is! There it is!" rose from the aircraft carrier's huge flight deck. For a split second, a tiny orange speck, no brighter than a faint shooting star, shone against the thick, purplish clouds. Apollo 11 had come home; now it was streaking through the earth's familiar atmosphere after completing the most momentous journey in man's history. Two of the three human beings aboard...
...containing some 60 lbs. of lunar soil and rocks were flown off the U.S.S. Hornet in two helicopters and taken to Johnston Island. From there, they were airlifted aboard two planes directly to Houston, then trucked to the Lunar Receiving Lab (LRL). The space agency gave the rocks such VIP treatment that NASA Administrator Thomas Paine, Robert Gilruth, director of the Manned Spacecraft Center, and Apollo Spacecraft Manager George Low were all on hand to welcome them...
...Astronaut James McDivitt, it all started with a big night at Paris' plush Lido, where he got the VIP treatment from the club's showgirls. The next morning McDivitt hustled out to the Air Show, where he and fellow Apollo 9 Crewmen David Scott and Russell Schweiclcart showed Cosmonauts Vladimir Shakalov and Alexei Yeliseyev around the American exhibit. The proceedings started somewhat stiffly; then a bottle of bonded bourbon was broken out and things began to loosen up. By the time the revelers reached the Russian exhibit with its plentiful stock of vodka, they were saluting everything from...
...always painful to watch on old idol topple. This time it was embarrassing as well. Isaac Asimov's contribution to the anthology was an agonizingly moralistic little tale entitled "Segregationist." It's all about this surgeon who is a robot, you see, and he's trying to convince a VIP who's qualified to receive an artificial heart to accept a fiber heart instead of a metal one because he doesn't like to see "mongrelization" between humans and robots--except that you aren't suppose to know until the end that he's a robot. That's because...