Word: sidewalks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sick receiving homes sprang up years ago when an enterprising Singapore Chinese noticed that poorer people, who could not afford a funeral parlor, had to put coffins on the sidewalk for the three to five days of mourning. He also noticed that Chinese refused to go to hospitals as they got old. The sick receiving homes take a cut from the contractors who provide the bands, the lantern and banner carriers for each funeral, and the professional mourners whose pay is graded by the length and depth of their moans...
...whole new class of TV-age entertainers-the just-talkers. But his appeal has little in common with Steve Allen's brash sidewalk zaniness or Arthur Godfrey's somnolent saloon drone. When Paar appears on screen, there is an odd, hesitant hitch to his stride. For a split self-effacing second he is a late arrival, worried that he has blundered into the wrong party. His shy smile-he has developed one of the shiest smiles in the business-seems to ask a question: "Is this applause for me?" Then he remembers: he is really the host. Almost...
...went to Paris to work with Ephrussi. Their first joint experiment was the delicate feat of transplanting an eye from one minuscule fruit-fly larva to another. After many attempts, an eye took hold and lived, and the two young scientists spent a whole day of celebration at a sidewalk...
...Jarvis, who hotfooted it to the restaurant. Meanwhile, Gart phoned Horace. "I told him," says Gart, "that we knew where his father was, and I gave him Pieroni's phone number and asked him to call and suggest that he give up." Horace obliged, and after a slight sidewalk argument, Bernard Goldfine agreed to be interviewed at his home in Chestnut Hill that evening...
...cooling touch of breeze from the distant sea, or stroll the green acres of Maidan Park. Holy men chant by lantern light as the devout perform their religious ablutions in the muddy water of the Hooghly. The bazaars are choked with wandering fiddlers, fortunetellers, cloth merchants, naked children, sidewalk barbers; every third man has fountain pens for sale. In their thousands, the always-hungry poor lie down on their hard beds on pavement, railroad platforms, under bridges. Some of them will not rise in the morning...