Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Winston Churchili celebrates his 90th birthday, and issues a statement that "de Gaulle is getting too big for his breeches." The General answers him in a curt note to the Queen: "My dear young lady: It is evident that Britain is the sick man of Europe." In Washington, a vengeful group of Rhodes scholars led by Dean Rusk tears the Mona Lisa to pieces. The Paris mob finds an elderly American lady who looks like Grandma Moses, and shreds her in retaliation. De Gaulle challenges Rusk to a duel...
...Dear Adlai." White House staffers reported that Stevenson left completely satisfied. This was far from the case. Kennedy had been almost cavalier, ignoring Stevenson's arguments that presidential advisers should be protected from leaks ("Advice is of little value if it is chilled by fear of disclosure or misrepresentation"), indignant only at the notion that anyone could think he would use Charles Bartlett as a mouthpiece...
Later, Kennedy wrote Stevenson a "Dear Adlai" letter that, without undercutting Bartlett and Alsop, expressed "regret at the unfortunate stir" and "fullest confidence" in Stevenson. Toward week's end, while introducing the President at a Joseph P. Kennedy Jr. Foundation dinner, Master of Ceremonies Stevenson joked about the whole flap. Introducing Peace Corps Director Sargent Shriver as an "instant peace" salesman so successful that "he makes the United Nations cry for it," Stevenson quipped: "As for me. I've been crying for it for the past week." Adlai quoted Joseph Pulitzer's observation, "Accuracy...
...winter in Moscow, but the atmosphere oozed with amiability nevertheless. Khrushchev himself was at flag-draped Kievsky Station to greet Yugoslavia's paunchy Marshal Josip Broz Tito as a "dear comrade" before bundling him and his handsome wife Jovanka off to a Kremlin apartment...
...letters from "high Admiralty officials" had been found in Vassall's flat. After three days of wild rumor, fully exploited by the Laborites, Prime Minister Macmillan ordered the correspondence published. Contrary to gossip, it turned out to be about as intimate as an Admiralty corridor. Addressed to "Dear Vassall" or "My Dear Vassall," the letters were mostly from the spy's former boss, pleasant, plodding Thomas Galbraith, 45, a Scottish M.P. who was Civil Lord of the Admiralty (roughly equivalent to U.S. Under Secretary of the Navy) until he was named Under Secretary for Scotland three years...