Word: clad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Maybe the Allies had suspected, belatedly, what was coming, had put two and two together from reports that Germany last week had concentrated grey-clad soldiers on Denmark's southern border, had carried out extensive embarkation and debarkation for landlubber fighting men at Baltic ports. For British minelayers one morning sowed three great fields along Norway's rugged coast, in Norway's territorial waters, minefields to drive German-bound ships with Swedish ore out into the open sea where the British Navy could get them. At one stroke this paralyzed ore shipping from Narvik, far north...
Last week before the National Farm Chemurgic Conference in Chicago, big, balding Harry Straus rose to report on cigaret paper's newest move, to the broad Davidson River plain in the timber-clad Toxaway mountains 30 miles southwest of Asheville. N. C. There, on the day Britain and France declared war on Nazi Germany, his Ecusta Paper Corp. turned out its first bobbin of cigaret paper. There the 17-building plant of Ecusta today runs 24 hours a day, employs 900 workmen, turns out some 50% of U. S.-made cigaret paper...
...years he made 19 trips to Europe, encumbered always with a troupe of male and female dancers, singers, musicians. Mysore cooks went everywhere with him to prepare lavish, condimented Indian dishes. The Yuvaraja'?, parties at London's Dorchester House hotel were famous. A passionate gadgeteer, Prince Wadiyar, clad in magenta turban and sky-blue tweed frock coat, would stand all night under arc lights and before a microphone, alternately crooning into it U. S. jazz hits, chatting through it with his guests, and barking orders at his servants, who carried small loudspeakers or wore earphones...
...thousand men of the British Expeditionary Force, on leave from France, debarked at a south coast port in England. Rapidly, methodically, the khaki-clad figures handed their green passbooks to a slim officer in the uniform of the Royal Navy, swarmed past him to board a train. An unhurrying sergeant looked up and snapped into startled attention. The naval officer was George VI, "filling in" as a ticket collector to learn how it was done...
...journalists might be negotiating and writing about peace (see p.19) but in the heap of bricks that was Viipuri. along the Vuoksi where at least the surface of the ice was beginning to be spongy, above Lake Laatokka where the Finns say they came on a freezing, black-clad Russian holding up his arms and crying: "Don't shoot me! I'm a Russian capitalist": far north in Petsamo where the snow is still six feet deep-wherever the little country was being pressed by the big, there Finns were still taking more blood than they gave...