Word: antwerp
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...novelist Harsanyi lays out this wholesome career in great detail-more, perhaps, than some laymen will care for. He loves Rubens' early years in Italy, under the patronage of the Duke of Mantua; the shrewd, rewarding sequel in Antwerp, where his studio became a factory; the courts at Paris, Madrid, London, The Hague, where, while he colored canvas by the bolt, he also did diplomatic errands in the service of his native Flanders...
...years has the Sea Cloud put to sea. On her last voyage, she brought Mr. Davies (then Ambassador to Belgium) and his wife home from Antwerp. Before that, when Mr. Davies was Ambassador to Russia, the yacht was moored in Leningrad's harbor. Before he took the Sea Cloud to Communist Russia, Mr. Davies was somewhat fearful that such capitalist swank might trouble the proletarian waters. He said as much to Russian Foreign Minister Molotov. "Of course, bring her over," said Molotov. "But would she be safe from sabotage?" persisted Mr. Davies. "Sabotage?" said Mr. Molotov...
...airplane engines (TIME, Oct. 13). Last week Germany's fat, blasty negotiator, Dr. Karl Clodius, made as threatening faces as his lardy jowls would permit. But Turkey's negotiator, Numan Menemencioglu, constantly in touch with British Ambassador Sir Hughe M. Knatchbull-Hugessen and U.S. Ambassador John van Antwerp MacMurray, quietly repeated that Germany could have no chrome until Turkey's pledge to sell its whole output to Britain expired in January...
Last week in London the Royal Air Force signed on two more recruits. They were two Belgian fliers whom the Germans captured last year. They finally got back to Antwerp, but they did not like the way things were going. They chafed to do something about it. But what? They learned of an old army trainer. It had been left in a stable outside Antwerp. One night they went to the stable and were overjoyed to find the plane still there. They made keys to the stable lock...
...Belgian lines. "Below we saw some burned-out French planes. Moranes, I think. On all the roads German troops. Then nothing at all. No sign of the enemy. It was as though the world had gone to bed," he adds disgustedly. It was more fun later: "Bombed Brussels and Antwerp again. People were running out of the houses. Trying to escape. . . . Some of them have bicycles. Some are pushing baby carriages. When we get low enough we strafe them. Then they all throw themselves into the ditch on the side of the road. It doesn't help them, though...