Word: east
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...speakeasies, Bailey & Barnum began picking up about $900 a week. But as Bill tells it now, in 1929 he saw the stock-market crash coming at him one way and talkies the other, so he broke up the old act and left the country. With his wife, he drifted east via South Africa and Australia, did routines in Peking, Tsingtao, Manila, Java and Shanghai. Then he put in two weeks at Singapore's famed Raffles Hotel, looked over the city and decided: "This is the place...
High overhead, Communist jets traced white contrails in a sky of startling blue. A bare 150 feet away, residents of Communist East Berlin gawked from windows. Just across the border in West Berlin, Publisher Axel C. Springer, 47, last week confidently laid the cornerstone of a $4,700,000, 35-story headquarters for his press empire, the most powerful on the Continent. Springer's three wishes as he gave the cornerstone its traditional three raps: "Unity and justice and freedom...
When Aldous Huxley saw a Brave New World in his crystal ball (1932), he borrowed the name soma for his panacea: "There is always soma, delicious soma, half a gram for a half-holiday, a gram for a weekend, two grams for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon." That was 600 years hence, in the 7th century After Ford...
...counterattack starts, as a divisional reflex, before the first question can be answered by the Far East command. But even before King Company can reach the first Chinese defenses, the rusty U.S. chain of command has snapped. The assault group is caught in the full glare of an Allied searchlight battery that has confused Pork Chop with "some other hill," and before the lights go out, a dozen or more Americans lie dead or wounded. Shocked and bewildered, the green troops nevertheless hold firm, then make a wild charge that carries the Communist outworks...
There for the next four hours, too weak to raise their rifles, surrounded by several hundred Communist troops, 25 heroic U.S. infantrymen sit caked in blood and sweat and dust, and wait for help to come -wait unaware that all the while, back in the headquarters of the Far East command, a little group of earnest, greying generals are solemnly debating a question that may carry, for the unmilitary observer, some suggestion of the impersonal horror, the mindless irony of war. The question: "Do we really want to hold Pork Chop Hill...