Word: cyprus
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Before long, Premier Amintore Fanfani felt called upon to protest to the British Foreign Office. When the F.O. refused responsibility for Monty's opinions, Rome's Fascist ll Secolo snapped: "Pontius Pilate, sneering, washes his hands in the Thames." The Greeks, indignant about Cyprus and eager to join in any British-baiting, jumped in with praise of the "fighting spirit," in offense and defense, of the Italians who invaded Greece in 1940. Last week, at the personal request of British Foreign Secretary Selwyn Lloyd, Monty penned a letter to the British Ambassador in Rome, which he said...
...bullet in the back, a mine on the road, a bomb in a chocolate box-British civilians as well as soldiers were dying ugly deaths on Cyprus, and the British at home were getting into the kind of mood that approved the gallows on the golf course against the Mau Mau in Kenya. London's big popular newspapers demanded a "get tough" policy against the Greek Cypriot terrorists. Backbenchers in Prime Minister Harold Macmillan's Tory Party muttered that Britain's liberal Governor on Cyprus, Sir Hugh Foot, should be replaced by a military Governor-someone like...
...Cyprus, Sir Hugh broadcast to British civilians: "You are all in the front line now. No one should say, 'It can't happen to me.' " Then the British began to put into action the most drastic measures yet taken against EOKA, the Greek terrorist organization, and against Greek Cypriots in general...
...three terrorists blown up by their own crude bomb; the pencil bomb that went off last week in a British airman's kit bag just before it was to be put aboard an R.A.F. jet Comet bound for Britain. The British have stationed 37,000 troops on Cyprus, which is smaller than Los Angeles County. In the eternal check against sabotage they go so far as to unscrew the caps of toothpaste tubes and sniff face powder...
Across the unhappy island, barbed-wire barricades cocoon key buildings, seal Greek and Turkish Cypriots into separate quarters. British Tommies man machine guns on the minarets of Turkish mosques. Cyprus' nightly lullaby is the baying of search dogs. When the sirens signal curfew, the island's economy is paralyzed (loss per day: about $120,000 of Cyprus' gross daily income of $290,000). Factories are closed for lack of labor and materials. But no sooner does the curfew lift than terrorists kill another victim...