Word: began
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...such positive, commanding words Deputies of the Right pricked up their ears. The whole Chamber began to sense that here was another Strong Man, like the men who are his backers, Poincare and Clemenceau, both too old and sick to take the helm. With sound strategy, M. Tardieu shifted from foreign affairs to a masterful address on internal agrarian and financial policy. That turned the scale. For years M. Tardieu has been called Le Dauphin ("The Crown Prince"), designated to succession by the fiscal genius who saved and stabilized the franc, M. Raymond Poincare (TIME, Jan. 3. 1927). Last week...
...Soviet of Moscow had met to jubilate. On the platform stood a nervous peasant, Comrade Michael Son-of-Ivan Kalinin, the puppet President of Russia. He started uneasily when someone shouted. "Is Stalin sick or well?" He looked as though he would like to run when the whole hall began to clamor, "Tell us! Sick or well? We demand to know...
Stirred as Russians easily are by music, the docile audience sang revolutionary songs with gusto for a half-hour, broke off in confusion when suddenly the President's Committee on the stage began to clap. Sharp-eyed, they had seen a swarthy man of medium build enter the once Imperial Box and sink into a back seat where he sat composedly stroking his long, dark moustache. "STALIN!" shouted someone and Comrade jostled Comrade as the audience roared frenzied cheers, then burst spontaneously into the Red anthem, The Internationale. Delirious minutes passed before STALIN would step to the front...
...respects. Meanwhile a troop of "Revolutionary Entertainers" had skipped cavorting onto the stage. Only one number seemed to please Stalin. He is an Asiatic from the Soviet Republic of Georgia, adjoining Armenia. When a singer named Zagorskaya sang a Georgian love song, The Man of Steel applauded vigorously, unbent, began to chat animatedly with Peasant-President Kalinin...
...bronze-colored man, magnificently built, scrupulously dressed, walked on the stage in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall last week and waited quietly for his audience to settle. Then he began in a voice the color of his skin to sing "I Got a Home on a Rock, Don' You See." The singer was not Roland Hayes, although for years Hayes has been the only Negro to sell out a hall of Carnegie's size. Hayes is slight, frail-appearing. He sings spirituals artfully, in a high voice that is often reedy. The Negro who sang last week...