Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...against Pakistan, prepared to set up an airlift from Amritsar over the Khyber Pass to Kabul. The ambitious Afghans were grateful, but even more gratified by a handsome offer from the Russians: a five-year transit guarantee for their goods. Glowed Afghanistan's Foreign Minister Naim: "If one door is slammed shut and another is opened, we will go through it." After 100 years, the Russian bear's long vigil on the Oxus was beginning...
...treasury is a small, dim office stacked high with files and catalogues of tapes and recordings, in Room G156 of the Library of Congress. Next door is a recording studio and a small listening booth. This is the physical plant of the Folklore Section of the Library of Congress. The secretary of this treasury - as well as collector, personnel manager and salesman - is a quiet, greying scholar of 47 named Duncan Black Macdonald Emrich, author of, among other things, Who Shot Maggie in the Freckle...
...been told that six or eight people would be there for a small, informal dinner. But when he walked through the big paneled door, he stared at a roomful of 125 Scripps-Howard editors, business managers, bureau managers, other brass from the Scripps papers, the United Press, NEA Service. Scripps-Howard Newspaper Alliance-brought in from all over the country. Most of them had stayed out of the hotel lobby, to keep Roy from spotting them and guessing the secret...
...brown fedora, whatever one did, and quietly amble on. Sometimes he would ride to the college by bus and crowded electric tram. But if he happened to be late, he would occasionally pull up in an imperial limousine with the Emperor's chrysanthemum crest on the door. Furthermore, there was the problem of knowing how to address him. The new professor was none other than Prince Takahito Mikasa, 39, brother of the Emperor, and the only prince of the royal blood ever to teach in a classroom...
...raining buckets in Paris' Boulevard Poissonniere one night last week as six taxi drivers shouted and gesticulated at the door of the Hotel Violet. "What kind of a circus is this?" cried one. "We'll get wet as pigs," complained another. "This calls for an extra tip." Eventually, the taxicabs got under way, carrying 16 American girls dressed in flowing silver-grey silk and toting violins, violas, cellos and a string bass; their conductor, Boris Sirpo, and a few assistants. In sum total they were the Little Chamber Orchestra from Portland, Ore., and their destination was the National...