Word: beers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Save the Plowboy? (by Frank D. Gilroy). The husband, Albert, guzzles false courage out of beer cans. The wife, Helen, darns his socks and whines testily, "When was the last time you cut your toenails?" She is not so much asking a question as emitting a fixed tone signal, an S 0 S of day in, day out desperation. "Death or a new stove, I'll settle for either one," she says. The shabby New York apartment is like a tank of formaldehyde preserving the couple's dead marriage, dead hopes, and dead selves...
...temporary truce. The U.N. was in control, having achieved its "limited objective" as defined by U.S. Under Secretary of State George Ball: "Freedom of movement for the peace-keeping forces, without the daily, bloody harassment by local Katanga troops, whipped into excited and irresponsible action by rumor, radio and beer." After that, it became the task of hard-working U.S. Ambassador Edmund Gullion to corral Tshombe, who had fled to the Northern Rhodesia border, and bring him face to face with Adoula. Guaranteed safe passage, Tshombe agreed to fly-in President Eisenhower's old Columbine III-to the meeting...
...traditional Congolese way-lots of genial palaver as a preliminary buildup. In the afternoon, Tshombe napped in a high, hard hospital bed, while Adoula and several members of his delegation took a sightseeing tour along the cliffs over the Congo estuary. "That night the friendly palaver continued over beer, dinner, and lots of jokes about each other's misdeeds. Then they all went to bed, agreeing to get down to business next morning...
...delegations finally took their places around three simple green-topped tables. Now the jesting was over; loud voices could be heard in the corridor out side as Adoula made his demands that secessionist Katanga accept Leopoldville's control without qualification. At 3 p.m. the conferees ordered in beer and sandwiches, kept talking while they ate. At 8:30 p.m. came the call for more food, and this time some whisky. It now appeared that Tshombe was flatly refusing to commit his Katanga province to the Congo's Belgian-drafted provisional constitution, the Loi Fondamentale...
...plenty of fun," said a South African masseur who had joined Katanga's army. One adventurer nostalgically recalled a successful campaign against a U.N. supply depot. "We lived like kings on the loot we found there," he says. "A pile of corned beef and 150,000 bottles of beer...