Word: dankly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Latin Americans generally assumed that the U.S. was in Castillo Armas' corner and after he invaded Guatemala, a dank breeze of Communist-abetted anti-Yankeeism swept through some of the hemisphere's countries. Students squawked in demonstrations in Panama, Uruguay, Chile Peru, Cuba, Argentina and Honduras: a U.S. flag was burned in Chile. But there was none of that in Guatemala, where the U.S. role was understood and deeply appreciated. As the overthrown regime's victims were dug out of their graves and the luckier survivors emerged from their cells Guatemalans raised grateful cheers...
...point at which Invader Carlos Castillo Armas slogged into Guatemala last week is a tangled jungle, exotically sprinkled with the elaborately carved volcanic rock columns left 1,500 years ago by the Mayas. Much of the rest of the country is also dank rainforest. Out of these green lowlands, along the Pacific Coast, rise mountain ranges, mistily blue and sullenly beautiful, that cup seven sparkling lakes and top out in 33 symmetrical volcanoes, each with a puff of cloud caught eternally around its peak. Fertile volcanic soil six feet thick covers the high plateaus and shaded valleys...
...seems always to be the case on Elizabeth's great occasions, it was chill, dank and raining as Britain's 28-year-old Queen returned to England last week for the first time in nearly six months. But not even a generous sample of what all Britons have come to call "the Queen's weather" could cool the warmth of her welcome. Crowds rivaling those which thronged London for the coronation lined the royal route from Westminster Pier where Elizabeth stepped ashore...
...autumn of 1952 wore into winter, Schwable was kept in a series of tiny, dank caves, watched around the clock by guards who made a practice of shining flashlights in his eyes to wake him up hourly at night. Water spilling from his tea froze on touching the ground. Said he: "I never stopped shivering...
When he is not at the state-controlled textile factory at Nazilli, Eyuboglu still labors long and cheerfully in his dank ground-floor studio down an alley from the city's main street. He sells most of his pictures for under $50, and according to a friend, "if you express a special interest in something he has done, he'll insist on giving it to you." Eyuboglu's ambitions far outsoar commercial success. Says he: "My goal is to evolve an art as unique as Persian miniatures and Matisse, and as Turkish as our coffee and tobacco...