Word: walke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...make sure Charlie has to eat cold rice," says an Air Force targeting officer. With powerful 4,500,000-candle-power flash cartridges, Recce planes can turn night into day to photograph enemy convoys sneaking down the Ho Chi Minh trail. "The object is to make Charlie walk," says another targeter. "I'd like to see him start walking at Hanoi. The farther he has to walk, the longer his supply line becomes, and the less there is that reaches the South." Their cameras are set to fire automatically when the flash cartridges go off, but Communist tracers...
...WALK, DON'T RUN. Stepping lightly out of his customary Romeo role, Gary Grant plays matchmaker for Samantha Eggar and Jim Hutton. The trio squeezes winning high comedy from a wheezy plot about crowded housing in Tokyo during the 1964 Olympics...
...pleasant, white-collar neighborhood of small apartments, neat homes, frolicking children and Dairy Queen stands, well removed from the city's roiling slums-and with one of its lowest crime rates. As one resident put it, "It's the kind of neighborhood where you can walk your dog after midnight...
...count 146 killed and 192 wounded Viet Cong, to 24 killed and 132 wounded Australians. The total of enemy casualties is probably far too low for the damage the Aussies have done, because of their own stiff accounting standards. No enemy dead is ever claimed unless an Aussie can walk up and put his foot on the body; no wounded counts unless he can be trailed 300 yards, with blood seen all the way. The Aussies allow no Vietnamese inside their compounds, an inhospitality justified, they feel, on security grounds. Going into the jungle, they rarely wear helmets, strip...
...caustic second banana in sophisticated Hollywood comedies, Randall seems to be trying to corner the Sellers market by donning the masks of the ham-with-a-thousand-faces. Wearing a bald pate and false nose, he pops his eyes, shrugs, affects a stiff little walk and a careful continental accent that slips unexpectedly into stage British-but the mannerisms never add up to the man Poirot. Anita Ekberg as a bosomy psychopath and Robert Morley as a bungling secret service man offer no noticeable help as they spout reams of witless dialogue set to tuba music. By the time...