Word: africanism
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...made a career out of battling the British in his native land. The son of a clerk in the Royal West African Frontier Force, Zik passed up Oxford or Cambridge to enroll in West Virginia's Storer College. Supplementing his original stake (his father's $1,200 retirement gratuity) with jobs as a coal miner, busboy and dishwasher, Zik spent nine years in the U.S., wound up with an M.A. in anthropology and government from the University of Pennsylvania...
Going back to Africa, Zik started the West African Pilot, filled it with rejuvenation ads, social notes and inflammatory anti-British editorials. It was an instant success. Today Zik owns five daily news papers in southern Nigeria...
...this was an absorbing story to me, so one of TIME's recent articles evoked a certain perplexity among the natives of Loma. As Editor Miller tells it: "TIME has brought news of the world to our remote African door. TIME articles have been given recognition in our publication. For example, your very newsworthy story about the trade of rice for cement in Burma (TIME, May 21) met with stupendous lack of sympathy in this rice-conscious, rice-loving part of the world. No Loma man would even consider trading rice for cement...
Athens. Replacing Cavendish Cannon, named first U.S. ambassador to Morocco (TIME, July 23): George Venable Allen, 52, Assistant Secretary of State for Near Eastern, South Asian and African Affairs. Troubleshooter Allen, onetime North Carolina schoolteacher and newspaper reporter (Asheville Times), longtime (26 years) Foreign Service officer, has had delicate assignments before-as ambassador in Iran (1946-48) when the West successfully pressed the Soviets to withdraw from Azerbaijan, in Belgrade in 1949, after Tito had been kicked out of the Cominform and was looking to the West for aid. His present mission: to make a new stab at reducing tensions...
Before dawn the recorded radio beat of tom-toms sounded out across the cocoa plantations and straw-hut villages of the Gold Coast, awakening hundreds of African officials and thousands of voters, the tribal cry of darkest Africa summoning everybody to an election. All day the voters calmly queued up outside the polling huts, picked up their ballots, had their thumbs smeared with indelible ink to prevent duplicate voting, walked into the huts and dropped their ballots into boxes...