Word: deserts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Correspondent Clifford readily admitted that the cocksure, prissy, teetotaling Field Marshal was not always popular. "The older Desert veterans, in particular, resented him. . . . He is not a good mixer-he can't slap backs and drink with the boys and tell dirty stories." About his staff, says Clifford, there was "an atmosphere of amateurishness, almost of school-boyishness. ... Some of them ... looked as though they were certainly playboys in private life. Others were surprisingly youthful Fellows of Universities. . . . But the proof ... is in the battle. . . . The important thing is to avoid arguing that the General and his staff...
...Mark as Pope of Egyptian Christianity. Among the electors, for the first time, were both Egyptian laymen and swarthy delegates of the Ethiopian Coptic Church. The choice: Archbishop Anba Yussab, 63, whose flowing white beard gives him a proper patriarchal dignity. Ordained 40 years ago in a desert monastery founded by St. Anthony, he later studied theology in Athens,* was an abbot in Jerusalem during World War I, when he showed great diplomacy in dealing with the successive rulers of the Holy City...
...brought his gospel to Egypt, Christianity spread rapidly among the Egyptian fellahin, downtrodden descendants of the pyramid builders who took readily to a clear-cut doctrine of life-after-death. At first they had to flee into fortress-like monasteries to escape the persecutions of Hellenic Alexandria and the desert barbarians. Later pagan Alexandria too was converted, rivaled Rome as a Christian capital...
Tomorrow's pushbutton war got its first full-dress showing last week at White Sands Proving Ground, New Mexico. On a dusty desert flat, surrounded by Salvador Dali mountains, hundreds of newsmen, photographers, scientists, U.S. and British generals, crouched behind hummocks at a safe distance. They watched a scene to horrify any man with imagination...
...beard like carded wool sat on his bed, raised his blue eyes to heaven and died. Cardinals had sought his blessing, popes had humored his whims and solicited his advice. Yet Philip Neri was neither a mighty prince of the church nor a hair-shirt hermit of the desert. He was a saint...