Word: wildness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Replying amid wild applause ("Pour it on, George!") at the first convention of the merged New York A.F.L.-C.I.O., Meany last week dismissed Summerfield as "a little ward heeler from Detroit." Then he made his threat: "I have always said that we do not want our own political party, but if we have to do that to lick the people who want to drag us back to the past, we will start our own political party and do a good...
...called burglary . . .'' Many in the audience wept; some doubted. One challenged: "Are you the embodiment of Christ?" Replied Krishna: "I cannot lie to you to please you. I must tell the truth in the sight of God. I am the Son of God." With that, a wild female shriek rang through the hall: "I knew...
This Christmas, to honor a batch of native mountain lads, one of Barwick's assistants will show up in Santa Claus costume, wearing a white mop for a beard, and frail Laura Barwick, mother of four Stateside children, will roast a wild boar and some venison, bake a few pies. There will be tango music blasting across the red dirt street from Banmethuot's Chinese cinema, and John will pass around iced Algerian wine. Instead of the traditional Christmas tree, cotton balls on bamboo shoots will have to do. After the party the young American assistants will leave...
Smart, Strong & Tough." At 4:30 and again at 5:30, Humphrey made motions toward leaving, but each time Khrushchev waved him back to his chair. At 7, dinner (beef, ham, wild fowl, etc.) was brought in, topped by a toast in Armenian brandy. At dinner's end, Humphrey made a forthright suggestion. "I agree," said Nikita Khrushchev, and the two tromped oft to a Kremlin lavatory, were soon back at the conference table. At 9, Anastas Mikoyan dropped by, and the talk returned to trade. At 9:30 it occurred to Humphrey that his wife might be worried...
...aplomb. He has been tangling with oddballs ever since he started his first trek out of St. Joseph, Mo. a year ago last September, headed for Sacramento, Calif. Every week, while the train fights thirst, Indians and renegade whites, Bond has had to take time out to handle the wild and woolly characters with which his scriptwriters people the West. In A Man Called Horse, beefy Ralph ("Picnic") Meeker turned up as an ignorant settler who had been handed over as a slave to a matriarchal Indian squaw. In The Annie MacGregor Story, a migrating Scottish clan drove off marauding...