Word: waits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...York Fair [June 5] after being bombarded with stories of unfinished buildings, expensive meals, and high admission rates. Sure, it was crowded, exhausting and commercial; but it was exciting, educational, and an experience of a lifetime too. After three 14-hour days, I can't wait to return and see the parts I missed that are shown by your fabulous color pictures...
...over La Paz as the blue, bulletproof Cadillac pulled up to the newly constructed grade school. Bolivia's President Victor Paz Estenssoro stepped out, strode into the crowded schoolyard and took his place in line. "We are here to vote," he said simply. After a 25-minute wait, Paz dropped his pink ballot into the box, dipped a finger into a cup of red ink to prove he had voted, then drove off to attend to other affairs of state...
Then why Cincinnati? Why did the Government wait eight years to file its trustbusting suit? Officially, the Justice Department was not saying, but its strategy seemed clear. "Cincinnati is a practical suit because the papers are easily separable," said a Justice spokesman. "You can get better practical relief." What this meant was that in most newspaper mergers, the two joined papers produce so hopeless a tangle-in both production and finance-that even a victorious antitrust suit cannot sort...
...Waiting Time. With Operation Overlord in motion, there was nothing much for Ike to do but wait nervously for H-hour. Had he indeed written a message to be broadcast in case of failure? Cronkite wondered. "Well, Walter, I must tell you something. I did," said Ike. The message had read: "The landing has been a failure and it's no one's fault but mine." Grinning at Cronkite, Ike shrugged. "If it did fail," he said, "I was going into oblivion anyway, so I might as well take full responsibility...
...some other color, never anything she has ever worn before or will again. The audience surges forward. She crosses the sidewalk in seven steps or three seconds. Hamlet follows her, not all that melancholy.* She flashes a sudden dazzling, billiondollar smile and slips into the limousine purring in wait at the curb. It pulls out slowly, flanked by mounted policemen on either side, and creeps leisurely down the center of the street. From the back seat she smiles again, lifts a hand and delivers a wave the way Elizabeth II never properly learned...