Word: across
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Outside Conservative Party headquarters in London's Smith Square, jubilant crowds stumbled over TV cables and shouted noisily at each new bulletin heralding the election of yet another Tory M.P. At 1:25 a.m., long after the Laborites at their glum command post across the square had conceded defeat in Britain's 1959 general election, an elegant, grey-haired figure in evening dress stepped from a sedan to a surge of Tory cheers. "Well done, Mac," shouted voices. "You did it!" The tall, patrician-looking man paused for a moment, his handsome wife in blue evening gown...
...Western Laotian government of Premier Phoui Sananikone. The fact finders had traveled to jungle outposts that still bore the marks of Communist mortar fragments and had interviewed hundreds of refugees who had fled the Communists; most convincing of all, they had examined captured weapons and uniforms that clearly originated across the border in North Viet Nam. But at the last minute, the Laotians had decided against presenting to the fact finders their "six North Vietnamese prisoners." The reason: the men admittedly had not been captured in battle but had deserted...
...statement took in much ground, but it was so. Compared to the days when Brigadier General John J. Pershing chased Pancho Villa across northern Mexico, today's problems are nothing. The Mexicans worry about the effect of cut-rate U.S. cotton surplus sales on its worldwide markets; some U.S. mining outfits fret over Mexican taxes; the sewers of Tijuana hamper ocean bathing near San Diego. And so it goes, trailing into insignificance...
From beginning to end, the theme of the trip is the same as the name of his airplane. It is also the word emblazoned across the press kits López Mateos' government passed out to waiting U.S. newsmen : Amistad-Friendship...
...SECRET LIFE WITH J. EDGAR HOOVER, shrilled the red headlines across the front page of the evening New York Post (circ. 351,700). On Page 3, beneath a black version of the same incendiary invitation, were pictures of the principals involved: the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, a bachelor and a pudgy 64, and four-times-wed Post Publisher Dorothy Scruff, a slim 56. But anyone who swallowed the Post's heavily scented lure last week in the hope of finding a spicy journalistic feast was doomed to disappointment. The flavor was all in the hook...