Word: carli
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...were called Mellen and Glidden, Park Falls and Montreal. Barreling along at 90 m.p.h. on the outskirts of Ladysmith, the Kennedy motorcade slowed down as it got near a group of cheering nuns and postulants, chilled from waiting at the roadside. Kennedy ordered a halt, hopped out of his car. One postulant wished him a happy St. Patrick's Day, pinned a green ribbon on his lapel. But Kennedy looked uncomfortable when photographers' bulbs popped. Later, when visiting the nearby convent, Kennedy barred photos. "I think not," he said, raising his hand. Back in the car, Kennedy explained...
...traffic judge in Oakland, Calif, gave a three-day jail sentence (suspended) to Alan H. W. Chiang, 25, a grandson of Nationalist China's Generalissimo Chiang Kaishek, for revving his car up to 80 m.p.h. in a 65-m.p.h. zone. Not at all impressed by young Business School Student Chiang's influential background, the judge was most displeased at the State Department's efforts to save Chiang's face, and at Chiang's demand for a jury trial, duly granted, but made pointless by Chiang's plea amounting to no defense...
Tryout. In Sun Valley, Calif., Herbert LaFrance, 61, took an overdose of sleeping pills, twice rammed his car into power poles, walked barefoot on the fallen live wires, survived, told police: "I still want to kill myself; I don't know...
...science fiction poses a question: Are science-fiction addicts still to be classed with such pariahs as matchbook collectors, astrologers, dog breeders, philatelists, health foodists and canasta bugs? Or have they gained the social level of horse players ($50 and $100 windows), opera lovers, physicists, bridge careerists and sports-car nuts? British Novelist Kingsley (Lucky Jim) Amis, a science-fiction addict since he was twelve, speaks with dignity in behalf of his fellow incurables...
...Contrary to prevalent opinion, Author Treat argues that the real alcoholic is a man of satyrical urges and astonishing potency. At novel's end, a penitently sober Peter is entraining for dry New Mexico desert country-but with his hand ominously poised on the doorknob of the bar car...