Word: walked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Toward the end of the tour, on the gravel walk leading to Khrushchev's limousine, his hosts had set up a table stocked with California champagne and white and red wines. Nixon chose red wine, Khrushchev white. "A good wine," he said. Then he raised his glass and proposed a toast: "To the elimination of all military bases on foreign lands." Milton Eisenhower, who had not quite heard the translation, almost drank but stopped the goblet at his lips. The smile stayed on Nixon's face, but he did not raise his glass. "I am for peace...
...secretary's mother, interviewed by Neurologists David D. Daly and Robert E. Yoss. said that she had been "fighting sleep all of my life." She could stay awake only while active ("If I sit down, I'm lost"), so she had to walk around the room all the time when she had guests. She fell asleep while playing cards. The diagnosis was narcolepsy (from the Greek narke, stupor, and lepsis, seizure). Relatively rare, its cause unknown, narcolepsy was not even known to run in families until the Mayo Clinic compiled records on more than 200 cases...
...demanded that they follow it in pilgrimage at least once in their lifetime or else be obliged to do so after death, advancing only one coffin-length each year. In the 10th century, Benedictine monks built a monastery just outside the town, and the pilgrimage turned into a "pardon walk" around the monastery's land-hence the word Tromenie, which is Breton for "tour of the refuge...
Another six years will pass before Bretons again walk in the footsteps of their saint. Oldtimers thought they noted particular fervor among the marchers this year, recalling the great devout pilgrimages before World War I. Still, some recalled that St. Ronan had walked barefooted. Nowadays, said a local priest, "just a few go without shoes-usually only those who have some specially profound penitence to make...
...dourest Calvinist communities. Among its grimmest is the former islet of Urk (pop. 5,500), a fishing village on the Zuider Zee. On Sundays, Urkers still separate their hens from the roosters, turn their paintings to the wall, read only one book (the Bible), take only one processional walk (to church). Doing anything else is sinful. For years life in Urk was pretty routine, and the town constable's daily report invariably read: "Nothing has happened." That was before Urk ceased to be an island...