Their second son, John Sheldon Doud Eisenhower, was born on August 3, 1922, while they were in Panama ; John served in the United States Army, retired as a brigadier general, became an author and served as U. S. Ambassador to Belgium from 1969 to 1971.

Their work concentrated on refining the line on the map that Eisenhower had drawn in 1954, one which became known as the PYK Line after three rivers – the Porcupine, Yukon, and Kuskokwim – whose courses defined much of the line.

Their son Christian Herter became a politician, serving as governor of Massachusetts and later as Secretary of State under Dwight D. Eisenhower.

Their chief contact at the firm was an attorney named John Foster Dulles, who later became Secretary of State in the Eisenhower Administration.

According to Dwight D. Eisenhower, " During the time I have had WACs under my command they have met every test and task assigned to them .... Their contributions in efficiency, skill, spirit, and determination are immeasurable.

Their eponymous debut album, portraying the pioneers of Vancouver's school of so-called ' photoconceptualism ' or ' post-conceptual photography ' in a rare moment of unison, sported an unlikely hit single titled " Eisenhower and the Hippies "-a song inspired by a work of American conceptual art proponent Dan Graham.

Their own easier, slower tempo is especially dear to Southerners ; ;

Their gait is impossible to convey in words.

Their rebellion against authoritarian society is not far removed from the violence of revolt characteristic of the juvenile delinquent.

Their artistic rationale is given to the witness of unreason.

It is different with his volume The Swedes And Their Chieftains ( Svenskarna och deras Hovdingar ), a history intended for the general reader and particularly suited for high school students.

Their great error is to mingle the responses typical of each of the three types of change.

Their meeting at San Francisco is nominally scheduled as a conference of the California Democratic Council directorate.

Their burgeoning popularity may be a result of the closing of the 52nd Street burlesque joints, but curiously enough their atmosphere is almost always familial -- neighborhood saloons with a bit of epidermis.

Their main asset is an abundance of unsaturated fatty acids, so necessary for maintaining the good health of the circulatory system.

Their cost is not beyond the hopes of the American pocketbook, the range being about $150 to $1,000, depending on size.

If you really insist on knowing their names, an excellent book on the North American species is Bumblebees And Their Ways by O. E. Plath.

Their sum is X, the total number of successes, which in this experiment has the value Af.

Their experience is quite in contrast with that of children of upper- and upper-middle-class native-born parents, who are more likely to regard education as good for its own sake and to discount the vocational emphases in the curriculum.

Their amplitude sometimes is as little as two feet from trough to crest.

Their characteristic experience is that of the individual at an altar or a shrine rather than that of a continuing social group with a distinctive kind of fellowship.

Their presence is not as frightening as the discontent which creates their opportunity.

Their view is that last-minute changes the Mayor is proposing to make in the Democratic ticket only emphasize the weakness of his performance as Mayor.

Their secondary hero is another pro, Willie Chisholm, who drank his lunch during another Open and tried to blast his way out of a rock-strewn gully.

Their heights, that is.

Their father is Charles B. Armour.

Their mother is Mrs. Camilla Alsop Wendell.

Their names are Mantle and Maris, their team is the Yankees, and their threat is real.

Their roar, like the swelling volume of a hundred tornadoes could be heard for miles.

Their presence fouled the elegance of that room.

Their product had been endorsed by Good Housekeeping, the A.M.A., and the Veterinary Journal, among other repositories of higher wisdom, and before much longer if you didn't have a cake of their soap in the john, even your best friends would think you didn't bathe.

Their world turned black.

Their jams and jellies had not suffered.

Their work was lonely.

Their conversations were, almost invariably, accompanied by the same gestures -- arms and pointed forefingers darting toward each other in arclike semicircular motions.

Their heads were in the air sniffing.

Their skin was covered with a thin coating of sweat and dirt which had almost the consistency of a second skin.

Their writings assume more than dramatic or patriotic interest because of their conviction that the struggle in which they were involved was neither selfish nor parochial but, rather, as Washington in his last wartime circular reminded his fellow countrymen, that `` with our fate will the destiny of unborn millions be involved ''.

Their consequences are irrelevant -- or there are no consequences at all.

Their President, Jefferson Davis, interpreted their Constitution to mean that it `` admits of no coerced association '', but this remained so doubtful that `` there were frequent demands that the right to secede be put into the Constitution ''.

Their writing, born of their experiments in marijuana and untrammeled sexuality, reflects the extremity of their existential alienation.

Their work mirrors the mentality of the psychopath, rootless and irresponsible.

Their previous legalized marriages do not count, for they hold the laws of the state null and void.

Their dedication to the status quo has been affirmed at the expense of the fascinating but dangerous individualism of a Sherlock Holmes.

Their kind created an American culture superior to any in the world, an industrial and technological culture which penetrated Russia as it did almost every corner of the earth without a nickel from the Federal treasury or a single governmental specialist to contrive directives or program a series of consultations of interested agencies.

Their sentry followed.

Their books found no less willing readers outside than inside the South, even while memories of the war were still sharp.

Their motion will be eternal and perfect.