Word: frankfurt
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...evening last October Yvette went to a cocktail party near Frankfurt with her husband, U.S. Air Force Lieutenant Andrew Madsen. They drank bourbon-and-Coke, played "Pass the Kleenex,"*and Yvette twitted her Georgia-born host, another U.S. officer, on his Dixie drawl. "O.K.," responded the airman good-naturedly, "how do you say it in Brook-lynese?" Sensitive Yvette slapped the joker full in the face and demanded that her husband take her home immediately. Andy Madsen, a Californian, was too busy laughing to pay much attention. He tossed her the keys to the family car, and Yvette stormed...
Last week, before a three-judge U.S. district court in Frankfurt, Yvette stood trial for her husband's murder. Their two children (aged four and one) had been sent back to Brooklyn to stay with Yvette's mother. At Yvette's side stood her father, plain-spoken Alfred Noack, who had given up his carpenter's job to help defend his daughter. From spectators' benches in the packed courtroom, Yvette's neighbors, members like herself of the tight, bored community of Army wives self-marooned in a strange land, looked on. Some brought their...
...weeks ago the deputy chief of Western Germany's Communists denounced TIME to Frankfurt Correspondent Chief David Richardson as "the most vulgar, Red-baiting publication I know." "Vulgar or not," Richardson cabled, "we can call Communist headquarters and make an appointment to see any of the leaders at any time...
Western Zone German newspapers translate and reprint TIME stories almost every week. The editors are usually very conscientious about giving TIME credit for each reprint. Not long ago, however, the Frankfurt Abend-post front-paged our story on German war brides in America, attributing it to "Our Own Correspondent" in New York. Richardson phoned the editor to ask why he had called TIME his own correspondent in the U.S. "Can you name a better one?" asked the editor. Said Richardson: "That one stopped...
Christian Vogel, pale and tired, climbed the stairs to his fourth-floor flat in Offenbach, an industrial suburb of Frankfurt. Silently he tossed a blue envelope on the table. His seven-year-old daughter looked puzzled. "Was ist los, Mutti?" she asked. Said her mother: "Dein Vater ist entlassen" (Your father is fired...