Word: grand
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...concrete illustration Marshal Foch recalled his conference with General Pershing and General Haig on the eve of the final Allied Grand Offensive (1918). General Pershing said that his men were insufficiently trained and tried. "How can I throw them into a big offensive?" Sir Douglas (now Earl) Haig insisted that his army was "shot to pieces," asked, "How can we advance...
...eighth anniversary of Marshal Pilsudski's return to Poland from the German prison in which he languished throughout the War; for he was captured amid the first skirmishes of the Legionnaires which he had raised in an effort to free Poland. As he sat last week on his "grand old mare" 30,000 Polish soldiers paraded in review before him. Poles, mindful of their debt to the always temperamental and often foolhardy Marshal, cheered him. From Ostrolenka, near Warsaw, there came an old, tottering Jew who presented Dictator Pilsudski with a handsome bouquet and declared that only since...
...Grand Lama of Tibet, most fundamental of Fundamentalists, has bowed to Science. His mystery palace, the Potala, at Lhasa, now flashes with electricity, according to epochal word just received. Age after age, the grand Lama's seclusion has been a byword to awe. Lhasa, the Forbidden City-what European had seen it? A few 18th Century Capuchin friars; persistent but mostly unsuccessful 19th Century explorers. Not until 1904, under armed expedition of Col. Francis E. Younghusband, was there any adequate description. Since then things have moved faster in the Buddhist Mecca...
Last week a smallish, modest man, with shaven head, oval, slightly pock-marked face, long, pointed, waxed mustaches, promenaded from his Lhasa villa to the Potala, most magnificent of palaces. This was the Grand Lama himself, famed politico-religious absolute primate of Buddha. Above him, to the topmost of its gold-vermilion finials, now caught by the last reflected glow of the sunken sun, soared 436 feet in air his ancient palace, crowning a green-clad mountain. The Grand Lama passed within...
...pressed a button. A swarm of jeweled lights, like golden bees, glittered down labyrinthine corridors; laughed to dingy scorn the former butter lamps; focused the palace miracle-wise to the night-enshrouded startled gazers in the valley below. "It is well," said the Grand Lama. "Remove the butter lamps...