Word: baron
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Death came last week to the Colonial Secretary and Conservative Leader in the House of Lords, Baron Lloyd. Following a chill, he lay ill three weeks under the care of the King's physician, Lord Horder. Not until he died was it revealed that the 61-year-old Baron had flown repeatedly over Germany as a bomber navigator. A friend guessed that Lord Lloyd's death might have been hastened by an old infection from which Lloyd suffered during World War I while serving with Lawrence in Arabia. Prime Minister Winston Churchill named Brewery Scion Walter Edward Guinness...
...trainload of German prisoners chugged north through the Laurentians from Montreal, one day last week. One of them, a jug-eared, wiry young man, kept his nose pressed against the windowpane, his eyes on the bleak Canadian countryside. Baron. Franz von Werra, pursuit pilot with a score of 14 British planes, was a more valuable cog in the Reich's war machine than most of his fellows on the train. And he intended to get back where he belonged...
...Indians and Daniel Carter Beard's Sons of Daniel Boone. At the Third World Jamboree in 1929 Sir Robert Baden-Powell, Chief of the Boy Scouts of the World, met with 50,000 scouts from 73 countries. That year raised to the peerage for his work, Baron Baden-Powell of Gilwell had built a new empire of good and useful young citizens-nonmilitary, nonpolitical, nonracial, inter-sectarian...
...stuffed poem by plane-piloting Poetess Muriel Rukeyser, on the life and modern significance of bearded U. S. Abolitionist John Brown, coupled with verses from the Civil War folk song John Brown's Body. Scattered through the carefully etched text were some 40 meticulous illustrations by Austrian refugee Baron Rudolf Charles von Ripper (TIME, Jan. 2, 1939), who had engraved the entire book by hand...
Weedy, bucktoothed, wild-eyed Baron von Ripper, who gave Poetess Rukeyser the idea for her poem, had worked at his book with the zeal of a medieval monk. A Catholic socialist who had spent months in Nazi concentration camps, von Ripper knew persecution at first hand. He filled his book with floggings, cadaverous nudes, autopsical goons, who hacked and bled through its pages with all the angular bleakness of rigor mortis. Three of his pages had to be done over because of small typographical errors. It took him two years of patient etching and hand-printing to turn...