Word: goode
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...some critics, jailed others. At least nine M.P.s belonging to the opposition defected to the C.P.P. when Nkrumah made it clear that, unless they did so, no government money would be spent in their constituencies. And in persuading ordinary villagers to see the light, Nkrumah's government got good service out of the Builders' Brigade-ostensibly a kind of Civilian Conservation Corps, but actually an army of young toughs in yellow shirts, green trousers and red caps...
...feast of the Epiphany. No cardboard Santas or reindeer will be permitted. "Decorations must be made of Cuban materials, with traditional Cuban scenes," ruled Senora Antuña, "and Cuban Christmas cards must be used instead of imported ones." Yankee Christmas trees are out; everyone will use the good Cuban palm...
...secret of its fear. Police reinforcements patrolled the roads day and night. At sundown women bolted their doors, refused to leave without male escort. Even in daylight many housewives joined in groups for protection; others armed themselves with pistols, ammonia guns, bottles of acid and carving knives. Bermuda had good reason to be scared. In the last seven months, three women have been murdered by a particularly vicious sex maniac; a fourth barely escaped. And the killer was still at large...
...current saga, Davis plays a corporal in a cavalry unit assigned to haul a friendly Indian to a peace parley. Time: the early 1870s. The villains are Apaches, but Corporal Davis outfoxes them in the end by sacrificing his own life in a ruse to deliver the good Indian to the summit. Upshot: the bad Indians lose...
...denied that it ever happened, Washington Hostess with Almost the Mostes' Gwen Cafritz was flatly contradicted by Washington Daily News Columnist Carol LeVarn. What Gwen told Carol, according to Carol: "You never know who men are at parties. The other night at dinner I sat next to a good-looking grey-haired man and I picked up his place card. It said. 'Mr. McDonald.' Well, Mr. McDonald could be anybody. I said, 'What do you do, Mr. McDonald?' and he said, 'You dumb broad, I'm on the front pages all over...