Word: en
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Many thanks for all your enlightening news on Chou En-lai [TIME, May 10] - the kind of information so badly needed. You handled the deadliest weapon against the threatening Communistic . . . systems in the widespread publication of the naked truth on the personalities of these Red gods and the crimson trails of their careers ... I have no doubt that the terrible truth of such consistent information will have greater effect than the now flourishing hate campaigns launched by the Russian press...
Recognized Hazards. Most important, the Communists' stalling had at last raised some doubts in British minds. At week's end Foreign Secretary Eden sought out Chou En-lai and warned him that if he presses his demands too far, the U.S. might be provoked to immediate action. Chou, thinking he saw an opportunity to exploit allied differences, replied slyly that he counted on the British to restrain the U.S. Eden was shocked into firmness. There should be no mistake, he said. If a showdown came in Indo-China, Britain would fight at the U.S.'s side...
...head of the union are not so much contrasted bosses as brother oafs. Since in musicomedy the course of true love never can run smooth, in this one, Management (John Raitt) Meets Labor (Janis Paige), Management Fires Labor, then, with a little more dexterous management, rehires and weds her. En route there are small blobs and faint glimmers of satire, the usual doings at shop and picnic grounds, and some wackily unusual ones in a chop-suey joint...
Wedemeyer, who knows personally both Red Chinese premier Mao Tse-Tung and foreign minister Chou En-Lai, pointed out that both of these leaders "owe everything they have to Moscow." There is no chance of our creating a cleavage between Russia and China in the foreseeable future," he said...
...pass one another, en route, all unknowing, I wonder; one of us spry-eyed, with clean, white lectures and a soul he could call his own, going buoyantly west to his remunerative doom in the great state university factories; another returning dog-eared as his clutch of poems and his carefully typed impromptu asides? I ache for us both. There one goes, unsullied as yet, in his Pullman pride, toying-oh, boy!-with a blunderbuss bourbon, being smoked by a large cigar, riding out to the wide open spaces of the faces of his waiting audience...