Word: walked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Manhattan on the night of March 12 Jesus de Galindez wound up his lecture in Hispanic-American civilization at Columbia University's Hamilton Hall, dismissed the students, started down a dark walk toward the subway station at Broadway and 116th Street and vanished. This week, despite a continuing search by New York detectives and a lookout by the cops of 13 states, Galindez was still missing...
Dunster also seems to provide adequate meals (which are made appetizing by the long walk which precedes them), but food in nothing but a joke in the other houses. The boys who run the grubwagons through the stream tunnels like Leverett best, though. It's at the end of a tremendous straight corridor which starts in the central kitchen under Kirkland. They say the best of them, if they take the first curve at a dead run, can coast all the way to Leverett. Of course the turnoffs at Lowell and Winthrop are festooned with multicolored blotches from power skids...
...express the whole truth about James Oliver Eastland. There can be no doubt that he consciously exploits the tensions created by the Supreme Court's anti-segregation decision to advance his political fortunes. ("As far as Jim and segregation are concerned," says an Eastland aide, "none shall walk before him.") In almost every other respect, however, 51-year-old Jim Eastland is a far cry from the traditional Southern demagogue...
...ghost of Joseph Stalin rose out of his granite tomb in Red Square last week and stalked the crenelated walls of the Kremlin with an awesome message for Communists everywhere. Like Hamlet's father, the old dictator gave notice that he was doomed to walk the night and "to fast in fires till the foul crimes done in my days of nature are burnt and purged away." The man who raised the ghost was Nikita Khrushchev, no Prince Hamlet, but now Stalin's clearest heir...
Every weekend, rain or shine, whenever the ground is not frozen. Commercial Artist Bertram Wymer, 65, his wife Lea and their son John tramp across a deserted gravel pit at Swanscombe on the down-Thames outskirts of London. They walk with their heads down, eying every pebble. At the far end of the pit they enter a wire-fenced enclosure and start digging cautiously with garden trowels. They have been digging diligently ever since the end of the war, and recently they made the first finds of a peculiar treasure they have long sought...