Word: ballot
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...usual, the Assembly's decision was soggy with reservations. Ex-Premier Georges Bidault growled: "I voted for the government with death in my soul." One Gaullist complained: "I voted 'for' but I've just told Edgar that I deposited my ballot with a pair of fire tongs." The Socialists, who had given Faure his majority by backing his Moroccan policy, voted solidly against him on Algeria, on the ground that he was not moving toward reforms fast enough. So did three-fourths of the Gaullists, who thought Faure was going too far, and the Communists...
Printing presses in South Viet Nam last week were turning out a new kind of balloting card. Separated by a perforated line were two photographs: one of playboy Chief of State Bao Dai, the other of austere Premier Ngo Dinh Diem. Next week 3,000,000 Vietnamese will tear the cards down the middle and each will drop into a ballot box the picture of the man he wants to lead South Viet Nam. In this way the people will settle a dispute that has seriously hurt the democratic half of the country so sadly truncated at Geneva...
...youth rally on a Saigon football field last week, Diem was greeted enthusiastically by white-shirted young Vietnamese. Said he: "I promise you that by the end of the year we will have a democratic regime and a national assembly." By way of ensuring this desirable result, the ballot card photographs had been thoughtfully chosen: that of Bao Dai in mandarin robes against a green background. Premier Diem in civilian clothes against a red background. "You might call it coincidental. I suppose," said a government official, "but in Viet Nam red is considered a lucky color and green an unlucky...
Last week, at the annual meeting, not a single ballot was cast in opposition to the current management. After the vote, National Casket boosted dividends, upped the rate 130% to $3 annually per share...
Next, while the voters pressed close to the porch rail to watch, the official ceremoniously counted the blank ballots. Then he picked up the varnished wooden ballot box, held it aloft like a magician doing a trick. "Is it empty?" he asked. "Empty, empty," came the chorused reply. "There is no cheating?" "No cheating," chanted the voters, "no cheating." Sharp at 8 a.m., the official called the name of the first voter, a wizened, crippled man of 95. He limped to the palm-leaf voting booth, spread the ballot over a sandbag, hesitated for several minutes, then carefully punched...