Word: friendly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After reading that I am the commuter's friend, some might well say, "May the Lord protect me from my friends, and I'll take care of my enemies myself!" Numerous delays and overcrowding, frustrating to our commuters and disappointing to us, accompanied a radical changeover to the present service and shorter schedules. These difficulties are temporary only, and TIME correctly reflected the North Western's belief that an outstandingly good commuter service can be provided on a self-supporting basis...
...once-lean soldier is now a man with considerable frontage; thick glasses give him the effect of walking unseeing. The effect has increased his air of austere remoteness. Outside his family, there is no man who can honestly call himself De Gaulle's friend, and anyone who strives to achieve uninvited intimacy with him is brusquely repulsed. On a flight to Algiers a few weeks ago, mercurial Léon Delbecque, one of the organizers of the insurrection that led to De Gaulle's return to power, plumped himself down in the seat opposite the general. Hastily, De Gaulle summoned...
...months ago, the Red Chinese embassy in Warsaw summoned Fu Tsun's friend, castigated him for his political "thoughts," and put him aboard the next plane for China. Disconsolate, Fu Tsun realized that the only persons to know these thoughts were himself and the "innocent" young girl. Fu Tsun's turn came in November. The Chinese embassy warned him to wind up his studies by mid-December and return to his homeland. He complained to Polish friends: "I will be made to do manual labor. This will ruin my hands. My playing will be finished." He also learned...
That night Banda toured the city in a friend's car, grumbling all the while that he was "followed everywhere" by cops. At a mass meeting, he exhorted 3,000 wildly cheering fans: "Go to your prisons in your millions, singing Hallelujah." "Kwaca!" he cried to indicate the "dawn" of freedom. "Ufulu!" he roared, his face twitching, and the crowd roared back, "Ufulu! Ufulu! [freedom]." "My brothers and sisters in the hell of Southern Rhodesia," he cried, "I am prepared for anything. Even my ghost, my ashes will fight federation. Are you with me?" When the cries...
...music I have written up to now," said Giacomo Puccini, "seems a jest in comparison." He was speaking of his last and most ambitious opera, Turandot, which he left unfinished at his death in 1924. Completed by his friend Franco Alfano, Turandot is rarely performed despite the exotic splendors of its score. Chief reasons for its neglect: a certain harshness that sets it apart from the big Puccini favorites (Tosca, Bohème, Butterfly), some devilishly difficult vocal parts, and a need for sumptuous staging...