Word: controlled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...demanding the cutback immediately, Johnson had forced the Navy to chop away at the only big target in sight. As a result, Louis Johnson's big plans for economy were beginning to look more like a blueprint for disarmament. Wrote Columnists Joseph and Stewart Alsop last week: "Wartime control of the Mediterranean has probably now been cast away . . . The security of the United States and the safety of the free world are being daily impaired; yet smart talk of economy is all the explanation...
There was another, more subtle factor. Under Chairman Lilienthal's stewardship, the U.S. atomic program had successfully made the transition from military to civilian control. Production and morale were up; personnel turnover had been reduced; scientific research had taken big strides (see SCIENCE). But with Russian possession of the bomb, new readjustments were bound to come. It was probably time for congressional re-evaluation of the Atomic Energy (McMahon) Act of 1946, for redefining problems of secrecy and military security, for clarifying the checks & balances on AEC-the "advisory" scientists, the military liaison officers, the joint congressional "watchdog" committee...
...South African style, did everything it could to thwart Scott's mission. Though denied official standing, he managed to tell U.N. members of the black man's plight. Three times the General Assembly asked the Union of South Africa to place the onetime German colony under international control. Three times the Union refused. As of today, the Union government of Premier Daniel Malan has all but annexed South West Africa...
...stormy all-night session, the Socialist opposition charged that Adenauer had made too many concessions to the West, particularly because he had formally recognized international control of the Ruhr by agreeing to send German representatives to sit on the Ruhr control commission. As usual, Adenauer kept his icy calm...
That night, while the weather lay thick and foul over the Norwegian coast, the control tower at Oslo airport received a garbled message from the DC-3's pilot. Forty-two hours later, after searching parties had scoured the countryside in vain, a lumberjack walking near Oslo Fjord heard the thin cry of a child. He found the wreckage of the DC-3; sitting primly in his seat in the plane's tail, his safety belt fastened, rain-soaked and spattered with oil, was Isaac Allal...