Word: crushed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Back to Normalcy. Back of France's sudden fit of savagery was a longer-growing irritation with Tunisia's President Habib Bourguiba. Increasingly, France blames Bourguiba and his open support of Algeria's F.L.N. for its inability to crush the rebellion. The French have tried to seal off the 500-mile Tunisian border with heavy patrols and an electric fence. But Algerian recruits pour across it for intensive schooling in tactics at Tunisian-based training centers; trained men and equipment pour back to go into action in eastern Algeria...
Having failed to crush Rebel Fidel Castro in the hills, President Fulgencio Batista turned to politics to break the stalemate. Last week his Progressive Action Party designated a candidate for the June 1 elections; barring a Castro military victory or some other upset, Batista's man is virtually certain of election...
Said former Aussie Davis Cupper Adrian Quist: "Their sole aim seemed to be to crush one another. Their standard of play is better than we have ever seen." Said Hoad, who is only too happy to explain how he has hopped up his game to match the wondrous power of Gonzales: "I'm hitting harder, flatter, trying to drive the other man to the base line. Either he can slam a hot one down the sideline or he can go for a cross-court drive. Now I always cover that sideline...
...Beaumont and Barbara Billingsley) add up to a pleasant, occasionally touching image of togetherness in sunny suburbia. But the boys are also lineal descendents of Tom Sawyer. Penrod and Skippy in a tradition of carrying a dead goldfish in pants pocket, enduring the first black eye and the first crush on teacher, selling water on the hottest day of the year and seeing through the emperor's clothes with such remarks as "A picnic is when you go out in the country and eat food off the dirt." Writer-Producers Joe Connelly and Bob Mosher, who are fathers...
Great laughter like he didn't get the joke. He waggles his head as Gromyko whispers into his ear; then still grinning, at me he turns to shake hands with some exotically garbed potentate. The crush around me lessens. The press ignores me. Me and Khrushchev's talk is over...