Word: gusts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first gust blew out of Yugoslavia. Dictator Tito, heady from a long succession of diplomatic successes with the West since he broke with the U.S.S.R., opened a new campaign to best Italy in the postwar struggle for control of the beautiful old port city and the 287-square-mile Free Territory of Trieste which surrounds it. Belgrade's press and radio blossomed with demands for "a serious reconsideration" of Yugoslavia's conditions for a settlement. "Italy," snapped the official newspaper Borba, "is completely disqualified as a partner to whom it is worth making concessions." With fanfare...
...people trem bling with cold stood in endless columns in the streets, silently paying tribute to their departed benefactress. There in Montevideo Hugo del Carril expressed his indifference to the national pain and man ifested the crudest monetary greed by continuing to sing from July 27 to Au gust 8 ..." Hushing the Truck. The story was not true: Del Carril had returned to Buenos Aires, visited Evita's bier several times and stayed five days before going back to his Montevideo radio engagement. But the damage was done. No newspaper dared print a word of Del Carril...
Singing her songs of loves that are dead or dying, she seems at times on the verge of tears, suddenly switches to a hardly repressed gust of defiant laughter. What the words do not say she suggests with a sway of her body, a flutter of her fan, a twirl of her floor-brushing skirts. Her biggest hit: Pena Penita (Little Sorrow...
Soon cameras flashed into position, pencils and paper appeared among the crowd, and Senator Taft began to speak. "Mr. Mayor," the Senator began, "honorable guests,...and members of Harvard University..." A gust of laughter greeted him. "I'm pleased to see that Harvard students still exercise freedom of opinion, freedom of speech...
...cold, dark, blustery winter morning, my gangling roommate took the window route with a paratrooper's magnificent form and timing precision. But a sudden gust blew the heavy dormers shut on his flying overcoat tails and left him hung corseted, pitiful and helpless against the barracks' wall, with toes inches from the ground. The streaming mass of humanity fighting for place in ranks ignored his screams, the last bugle note faded, rolls were checked and companies dismissed. Only then, officially absent from formation, did he get a helping hand. Now, 25 years later, the slightest allusion...