Word: ended
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Copycat. He was fascinated by the main architectural attraction-a sleek geodesic dome of gold-coated aluminum panels, 200 feet in diameter, abuilding at one end of the site. "This dome is really something," he chuckled again and again. He posed for pictures with some Italian workmen employed on the project, and called to Thompson: "Come and join me. After all, the Italians are your allies...
...years than in the entire 122 that went before. At one Monrovia polling place last week, an election official wore a red. white and blue paper eyeshade with the motto: "Don't gamble, play it safe, vote Tubman." The country's answer at week's end: more than 355,000 votes and a fourth term for Tubman, only 41 votes for his self-sacrificing opponent...
...that Menderes. enjoying his new mystical popularity, may call a snap general election. They decided to hit the road themselves. Inonu's spirited welcome and the public resentment against his rough treatment suggest that the country may be fairly evenly divided at the moment. At week's end Inonu canceled a scheduled visit to Berlin. Said he: "I do not believe it would be wise to leave Turkey at a time when the country is in such an excited state...
...choice of this road is Frondizi's own. Elected with the support of Communists and Peronistas, hailed as a man of the left, this cold realist soon concluded that he had to put an end to the labor featherbedding, price subsidizing and other self-indulgences institutionalized by Demagogue Juan Perón. Item: per capita gross national product had remained stationary for four years. Item: though Argentina ranked ninth in the world in oil reserves, the inefficient, 37-year-old national oil monopoly forced it to spend $300 million annually to import petroleum and refined products...
...Russian tanks with nothing but stones, looked deserted now. Only a tired old man walked the street, pushing his two-wheeled cart. The Kurfurstendamm of the West zone was alive with traffic, its sidewalk cafes thick with prosperous citizens enjoying their coffee with whipped cream. But in the end it was a refugee, a single, haunted man, looking nervously over his shoulder as he scuttled down a long subway corridor toward freedom, who pointed up Huntley's point: "It seems to me wrong to trade [Berlin] off, whatever is at stake, while escape is possible for even...