Word: breakfasts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Breakfast (mutton chops) was followed by an hour-and-a-half discussion of African problems, in which they agreed-as a communiqué later put it-that there is "cause of grave concern" because the Algerian problem has not been solved. With an effervescent Bourguiba tugging at his arm, Ike went off to view Tunisia's gifts to the President: a delicately boned little Persian-Arabian gelding called Ghali (Precious) and two yearling desert gazelles. The two Presidents then drove to the nearby American cemetery, past crowds of women who hailed Ike with a birdlike warbling that sounded like...
...says John Treasure, managing director of British Market Research Bureau Ltd., "the stereotype of the typical Englishman is changing; the 'new Englishman' lives in a home with central heating, drinks canned beer or soda pop while watching television (having just eaten a wimpyburger), has corn flakes for breakfast, washes with Lux soap, dries his hands on a paper towel and has an ice-cream bar for a snack...
They became better acquainted in 1956 on Nehru's second trip to the U.S., soon after Hungary and Suez had erupted into the headlines. Spending a day at Ike's Gettysburg farm, the two began talking at breakfast, continued through the morning until lunch. Then after a short nap, the talks went on through the late afternoon, dinner and evening-a total of 14 hours. It was, said Nehru, the longest sustained conversation he has ever had with anyone, and it touched on subjects ranging from the painting of Grandma Moses to the personality of Nikita Khrushchev...
...Celia Sánchez,* Castro's onetime Girl Friday in the hills, who offers a patient ear and a radicalism as woolly as Castro's own. Her apartment, where she keeps a freshly laundered shirt for him and a maid to prepare his favorite fish-and-rice breakfast, is one of Castro's favorite ports of call in his hectic junketing about Havana...
...exclusive businessmen's duck-hunting preserve on Ste. Anne's Island, on the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair. After a good night's sleep in the island's lodge, the four hunters rose late, sampled the icy (17°) morning air, had a leisurely breakfast. By 9:45 a.m. Curtice and Anderson were seated side by side on cartridge cases behind their blind, with 12-gauge shotguns at the ready. It was not a new experience for the two old friends. This was their eighth annual trip to Ste. Anne's together...