Word: warm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...late September, the day was warm; a stiff breeze whipped the flags atop the big tents and sent dust tides eddying and whirling among them. From the speaker's platform, a sea of humanity stretched away to the rim of the shallow natural basin, where the crowd had gathered. Here, on rolling land near Newton, Iowa, some 80,000 American farmers and townsmen, their wives, kids and relatives assembled last week for the granddaddy of all harvest fairs: the National Field Days, better known as the National Plowing Contest. Now they were giving their attention to their honorary chairman...
...built-on rooms and porches to landscaped lawns. Sunday, it was Cleveland, as coolly respectable as Florida, and unexpectedly flamboyant; Monday, the lush, velvety valleys, red barns and wind-stroked corn fields of Wisconsin; Tuesday, the tall towers of Minneapolis, rising sharply from the prairie and gleaming in the warm sun; old, mellow St. Paul with its distinguished piles of Victorian brick and stone on Summit Avenue, where Scott Fitzgerald lived...
Despite the satisfaction the refugees said they got from warm, friendly relations with people around them, there were constant complaints "about mutual suspicion and protestations that 'you couldn't trust anybody...
September weather in Moscow is mild, but for Indonesia's President Sukarno there was evidently a chill in the air. "I come from ... a warm climate where it is not so cold as it is here," he told Soviet bigwigs, "but . . . your smiles have warmed me." The little President of the big and uncommitted republic of Southeast Asia flashed a friendly grin as he skipped through the Distinguished Visitors Routine (TIME, Sept. 17), but the grin was full of ambiguity. At a mass meeting in Moscow, sandwiched between effusive compliments, was a message that must have sounded strange...
...night, French Novelist Franchise (Bonjour Tristesse) Sagan was enjoying the gift of independence she recently offered herself on her 21st birthday: a new dark blue, green and white apartment on the Left Bank, in place of the bourgeois restrictions of her sedate family home. On warm days when Françoise is not dashing about in her Studebaker, Buick, Jaguar (bought with her first royalty check) or Gordini racer ("It is nice to touch it with your hand"), she can cool off with the gift of an American admirer: an electric hand fan decorated with diamonds and mink...