Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...later, but the world knew little of him until 1939, when he succeeded Maxim Litvinov as Foreign Minister. Joking with General Charles de Gaulle years later, Stalin said: "You got the better of Molotov. I think we'll have to shoot him." De Gaulle records that Molotov turned green. By containing his moments of terror and allowing himself to be Stalin's whipping boy, Molotov not only lived, but achieved fame. Stalin named factories, cities, ports after him. And in Western dictionaries he will doubt less be remembered for the "Molotov cocktail," the cheap Soviet gasoline bomb...
...breezy afternoon last week, a green-and-cream diesel train rolled into Mos cow's cavernous Kiev station with a man described in the official press, only a few years back, as "traitor, Judas, fascist, saboteur, imperialist agent, renegade," and a hundred other names in the extensive vocabulary of Communist invective. Wearing a powder-blue military blouse loaded with gold braid and ribbons, and red-striped trousers, Yugoslavia's Marshal Tito stepped out of his luxury coach to the sound of Muscovite cheers and triumphal military music...
Seven years ago Lady Garbett bought a 160-acre farm in the green and gently rolling county of Sussex. For years she had had no settled home while her colo nial officer husband, Sir Colin Garbett, was busy with reclamation and irrigation projects in India and the Middle East. Now, separated from him and tired of wandering, she wanted to settle down in the Elizabethan manor house with her daughter Susan, and run the farm...
George Francis Patrick Flaherty was riding his Irish luck. Rolling out for the Indianapolis 500-mile Memorial Day auto race, he wore a jaunty shamrock on his helmet, and he didn't give a tinker's dam for the auto racers' superstition that green is the devil's own color on the track. With his John Zink Special, almost an exact copy of last year's winner, 30-year-old Pat Flaherty had already spun through his trial heats fast enough to set a one-lap record: 146.056 m.p.h. In the big test itself, freckle...
...beauty of his surroundings. In the Rockies, as he was about to move forward on foot, he noted that "there were some fine asters in bloom." The scene before him was "a gigantic disorder of enormous masses, and a savage sublimity of naked rock, in wonderful contrast with innumerable green spots of a rich floral beauty shut up in their stern recesses...