Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...labors of these far-flung agencies and linking them to the U.N. proper is the job of the Secretariat: some 3,100 international civil servants who work in the U.N.'s "glass house," overlooking Manhattan's East River. A shaft of gleaming white marble boxing 5,400 green-tinted windows, the U.N. capitol was built on land that was paid for by John D. Rockefeller Jr. (price: $8,500,000) and furnished with teak from Burma, Jerusalem stone from Israel, carpets from India and Iran, and dramatically barren decoration by the Scandinavians. The U.N. Plaza has become Manhattan...
...fringe of nowhere in the heart of South America, the Paraguayan town of Pedro Juan Caballero and the Brazilian town of Ponta Porã doze in the green, rolling forests of the Amambay plateau. A broad, straight strip of grass between the red-roofed towns marks the international border. But they really form a single frontier community of bearded, mud-stained Gauchos, Syrian merchants, Redemptorist priests, barefoot women, and soldiers in faded green uniforms...
...morning last fortnight, all these people marched out past their tumbledown cemetery to the green grass Pedro Juan Caballero airstrip. Soon, two silvery Douglas transports circled and landed, bringing Paraguayan President Alfredo Stroessner, U.S. Ambassador to Paraguay Arthur Ageton and other local and foreign dignitaries. Forward to greet them stepped Clarence Earl Johnson, a 6-ft, 200-lb. Texan in a white Stetson, faded blue jeans with pearl buttons, and cowhide boots...
Like the edge of a locust swarm, the frontier of Commuterland advances, driving the farmers before it and leaving deposits of white colonial mansions and wrought-iron signs upon the green, tumbled land. But just ahead of the chirking mass, beyond the last bounds of a commuter's endurance, past the Levittowns and past Newyorkerland with its split-level houses and split-personality admen and Wall Streeters, lies the land of Dinner Party. It is rich farmland which no one farms, populated by Men who have Made their Mark and their families. Their wives scorn elegance in favor...
...OTHER IRISH STORIES, by James Plunkett (220 pp.; Devin-Adair; $3), is the work of a brand-new Irish author, a Dublin trade-union official who writes excellent short stories on the side. When he wants to, as in a glitteringly ironic piece called The Wearin' of the Green, Jim Plunkett can mount as savage an attack on his country's new nationalist ruling class as the most delirious Liffeyside rabble-rouser could croak for. When in another mood, as in a spine-stiffening tale of men ratting and fighting against Britain's unforgotten Black and Tans...