Word: bores
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...China last week came six of the 41 U.S. civilians due for release under the recent agreement at Geneva (TIME, Sept. 19). One was a young airline pilot; four were Roman Catholic priests, one of whom bore shackle marks. There was also Walter A. Rickett, 34, of Seattle, alumnus of the University of Washington and the University of Pennsylvania, who had been a Marine Corps intelligence officer on Iwo Jima. Richett had gone to China as a Fulbright scholar in 1948, and since July 1951, he had been in jail for "espionage." After meeting Walter Rickett in Hong Kong, TIME...
...Take into consideration that the Soviet Union covers one-sixth of the earth's surface . . ." he said. "The conference was overshadowed by the memories of the last war.* It was not like other conferences. Passions, not rule of logic, played the predominant role . . . The hospitality at official functions bore no relation to the atmosphere at negotiations. The hospitality was hearty. The negotiations were mordant . . . We, I believe, did right...
...tricks as much as by a monarch's pomp and an artist's fictions. The last lines he committed to publication are a rollicking apostrophe to life that few other men of 80-or 40-could have written: "A whirlwind of primordial forces seized and bore me into the realm of ecstasy. And high and stormy, under my ardent caresses ... I saw the surging of that queenly bosom...
...graded noncommissioned officers, among whom re-enlistment attrition was critical, were most resentful of their dwindling prestige and authority. Their complaint bore out a report of a joint-services study committee, headed by Rear Admiral J. P. Womble Jr., which found there had been a serious "dilution in mili tary authority and leadership." Said the Womble report: "The committee unanimously concludes that the professional standards have been permitted to deteriorate through lack of effective disciplinary control...
...Duval's funeral, muffled drums played the Death March. Officers bore his decorations on three cushions, and behind them walked Gilbert Grandval. The Resident General's face was blue with fatigue. Climbing to the rostrum, Grandval addressed himself to Duval's widow, sitting near by. "Madame . . ." he began, but a storm of voices from the 4,000 assembled colons drowned him: "Assassin!" "Dirty Jew!" "Get out!" Madame Duval got up to leave. A chaplain next to her pulled her back down. "If you go, blood will be spilled." Grandval finished his speech, but as he drove away...