Word: deadly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After long hours of morning meditation, we found that the only logical answer to the precipice question would be: Drop dead...
Hard set against this course were the old-line Stalinists headed by outgoing Party Chairman William Z. Foster, whom the dead dictator handpicked for his job in 1929. Rumbled old (75), ailing (heart disease) Chairman Foster, who had powerful Soviet and French Communist support: the Gates proposals would strip Marx-Leninism of its "international character," and reduce it to "innumerable national interpretations," an "impossible position for a Communist Party." Swinging wildly between the poles of "independence" and "solidarity" were the followers of Eugene Dennis, outgoing party secretary...
...querulous Latin who spent as much time crying the faults of cars as he did driving them. His dissatisfaction drove him and his brothers to building their own racers, and the cars were almost unbeatable. Maseratis have had their slow moments in the 30 years since; Alfieri is dead and his brothers have long since sold the factory. But the hand-tooled cars still carry the family name, and they are again almost unbeatable. Last week, as the racing season shifted noisily into high gear, the experts were already predicting that 1957 will be the Year of the Maserati...
...Christ child long ago; but then the missionaries sailed away, leaving Maïr in full possession. Today, only dogs, chickens and ducks are deemed the creations of the Christ child. Everything else is ghosts and spirits-and an impressive ghost gallery it is. Anyang, "the spirit of the dead," walks about moaning "Meh, meh, meh," and will "eat your soul" unless you hum back at him in a gentle singsong. Tall Timakanā, "the leg-bone ghost," has big, swollen knees that beat together when he walks and make a noise like...
...colors taken away. It was a mistake. The color sergeant loudly announced that he would kill the general if he so much as touched the colors. Another enlisted man shouldered forward, shouted: "Here, you damned son of a bitch, get out of here or you're a dead man." Someone fired a musket. Someone else jabbed a bayonet into Gilbert's horse and it galloped off into the darkness. The general's staff followed. Observes Author Bruce Catton dryly: "It took a certain knack to handle western volunteers, and not all regulars...