Word: backed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Before they knew it. two Syrian MIG 17 jets swooped down in an "aggressive" pass. Dalgleish plunged the royal plane earthward, hedgehopped for 20 minutes as it fled back to the Jordanian border while the Syrian MIGs, flown somewhat amateurishly, made five more "quarter attacks" at the plane, but without firing. Landed safely at his capital city of Amman, King Hussein turned to Dalgleish, grinned: "Let's have some breakfast...
...ordinary black man in this country." The speaker: Sir Roy Welensky, 51, Prime Minister of Britain's Central Africa Federation, stumping for his party just before last week's national election. In the shed's semidarkness, 400 white voters roared their approval, but in the back 200 Negroes sat in stony silence...
...Agitate Until . . ." It is in Nyasaland, the poorest region of all, that the cry is loudest. Though the Nyasas benefit most from the federation (for every pound sterling they pay to the central government, they get back two in subsidies), they look with horror at the example of more prosperous Southern Rhodesia, where a kind of apartheid exists and the blacks are plagued by pass laws. curfews, and even segregated phone booths. Stirring up the Nyasas' restiveness is Dr. Hastings K. Banda, the prosperous physician who returned last summer from a self-imposed exile in London to campaign...
...bullet in the back, a mine on the road, a bomb in a chocolate box-British civilians as well as soldiers were dying ugly deaths on Cyprus, and the British at home were getting into the kind of mood that approved the gallows on the golf course against the Mau Mau in Kenya. London's big popular newspapers demanded a "get tough" policy against the Greek Cypriot terrorists. Backbenchers in Prime Minister Harold Macmillan's Tory Party muttered that Britain's liberal Governor on Cyprus, Sir Hugh Foot, should be replaced by a military Governor-someone like...
...laugh, said, 'Let's play baseball.' So we all got up and pretended to be hitting, catching and running: the object of the game was to bump rumps. Later the girls offered to dance for us. They went out for a few minutes, then came back, twirling hula hoops about their waists while the hi-fi played rock 'n' roll. The evening ended after only two hours, and it cost us a fortune. It was the damndest thing I ever...