Word: chantings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Behind him came Nikita Khrushchev and waggled a light straw hat. A wave of onlookers broke over steel barricades and had to be beaten back by police swinging steel-tipped staves. Garlands formed nooses about the necks of the visitors, and an aimless cheer resolved itself into an intelligible chant, "Nehru! Bulganin! Khrushchev!" The celebrities chatted. Nehru had heard that Bulganin wears a bulletproof vest in public appearances. "I do not," said Bulganin. "Feel me." Nehru good-naturedly poked an inquiring finger at the Russian's chest. Then Bulganin turned to the crowd and raised his hands high...
...greying, bearlike Monsignor Fernand Maillet, 59, they bubbled with lighthearted precision in such frolics as Frère Jacques and Alouette, brilliantly worked their way through a difficult cantata written for them by Darius Milhaud, and spun out an incredibly pure, otherworldly tone in the age-old Gregorian chant, Tenebrae Factae Sunt...
...rough cowl of a Benedictine monk, and the Marquise will forsake her finery for the simple habit of the Little Sisters of the Ascension. In a monastery in central France, he will till the land with his brother monks, eat the simplest of foods, rise at night to chant the office. She will nurse the sick and aid the poor in parts of Paris where on past visits her limousine never brought her. They will never see each other again...
...high U.S. official: "The show ridicules the ideals of the free West . . ." Freedom is portrayed as license and self-indulgence, freedom of the press as cynical reporting to attract readers, elections as a means to avoid responsibility, free enterprise as grasping for endless profits, and liberty as a meaningless chant. The official concluded that many Government officials were "unhappy about the Moral Re-Armament movement," but were afraid to speak out be cause of its influential support...
High in the central mountains north of Saigon, Premier Ngo Dinh Diem, solemn and immaculate in a white sharkskin suit, sat on a canopied dais before representatives of 600,000 mountain tribesmen. Huge brass gongs sounded out a tribal chant. Tribesmen, some wearing only loincloths, others rigged out in bright robes and peacock feathers placed ceremonial jars of wine from each mountain village before him. Through long, curved bamboo stems, Diem took a ceremonial draught from each jar. Then village elders slipped three large gold bracelets on Diem's arm, spread the head and entrails of two sacrificed water...