Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...home territory of Senator Frank Carlson, executive director of the Eisenhower-for-President campaign (he represented the district in Congress for twelve years). But 75 of the 157 delegates to the district convention came to Hays pledged to vote for Taft men. Carlson's home county, Cloud, sent two delegations. Disgruntled Taft men had stalked out of the county convention, which was pro-Eisenhower, and named their own rump delegation...
Without the nine delegates from Cloud, the Taft men had a 75-73 majority. Result : the convention quickly voted to seat the Taft delegation. That gave the Taft supporters a working majority for the rest of the day's business. Result: two Taft men were elected as the district's delegates to the national convention, and a third was recommended to the state convention, for delegate-at-large...
...lasted only 120 seconds) at which neither side would speak. The issues were the too familiar ones-the Reds' insistence that Russia is a fit neutral to police the truce, the U.S. insistence on "voluntary" repatriation of prisoners, the usual exchanges of insults over mishandling of P.W.s. To cloud the air further, Peking and Moscow burst out with ludicrous charges that the U.N. forces were busily dropping germ-infected insects, cotton wads and leaflets behind Communist lines. It was a typical Red attempt to explain away a reported outbreak of typhus, cholera and bubonic plague among their armies...
...center panel, the mushroom cloud of an atomic-bomb explosion rose over scenes of destruction, flint-faced firing squads in U.S. uniforms, crucified and gibbeted North Koreans. At the left stood a benign Stalin, filially flanked by a boyish Mao Tse-tung, who held out the Red dove of peace to three glum cartoon villains-a gun-toting, Bible-clutching Uncle Sam, a fist-clenching John Bull, and a somewhat hung-over Marianne...
...stream of consciousness. Mr. Morton has a naturally florid style, and his exploitation of the descriptive powers of the English language leads him into a gaudiness of analogy and description which is especially ill-adapted to hectic first-person narration. ("It was a terrifying thing, a pale apple-green cloud, like a carbuncle in the anthracite...