Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From seacoast to mountain, New Jersey's 21 counties reverberated with the noise of political engines last week as the state's 1957 gubernatorial campaign went into high gear. Touring for the Democrats (on occasion in a borrowed green station wagon with Pennsylvania tags): handsome, hard-working Governor Robert Baumle Meyner, 49, consistently favored for a second term despite New Jersey's heavy Republican registration. Touring for the G.O.P. (in a red, white and blue milk truck): hornrimmed, wealthy State Senator Malcolm Stevenson Forbes. 38, who bucked the Republican organization to win the primary, is working even...
...forced to resign as police chief the week before, to surrender himself. Phao heard the order at home, went first to a nearby Chinese bar for two quick bracers, then to Sarit's headquarters. Along the way, Phao unbuckled his police automatic and chucked it into the viscid, green waters of a Bangkok canal. Sarit gave him two choices: leave the country or become a Buddhist monk. Phao chose to leave for Switzerland, where he can count his money. He had not been exiled, said a Foreign Ministry official and, in fact, would go to work in the Thai...
...nearly 20 years the most agile, deft and eely politician in Southeast Asia's luxuriant political quagmire had been Thailand's steel-willed, soft-voiced Dictator Pibulsonggram. Pibul's favorite color is green, and he found it attractive in everything from U.S. dollars to neckties and the flashy Ford Thunderbird and Mercedes-Benz sports cars in which he liked to hot-rod it along Thailand's highways and byways. In the tinseled and temple-dotted capital of Bangkok, Westerners liked to dismiss Pibul as just another crooked politician. But he was much more than that...
...miles away at the Cambodian seaside resort of Kep. On hand to meet him was a covey of Cambodian officials to tell him he was welcome if he agreed to indulge in no politicking. Pibul assented, was driven off to the capital of Pnompenh in a cream-and-green Buick thoughtfully provided by his hosts...
...minutes ticked by, the prayers became less formal, for Neapolitans consider their patron almost a member of the family. "Come on, guappone [Neapolitan for hoodlum] . . . Cheer up, don't look so green around the gills . . ." Back in the sweating, shoving crowd a man waved a ragged arm, shouted: "Come on, yellow face, come on, lemon face!" At 9:28 the dark substance in one of the slowly turning vials began to slide along the glass, then dissolved and spurted about the container. "Miracolo! Miracolo!" cried a man in the crowd...