Word: hangings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...land whose troubles brought him to power, and whose difficulties remain his biggest unsolved problem: Algeria. No ordinary colonial war, the Algerian revolt is the product of 128 years of conflict and cooperation, of intimacy and antagonism, between the French and Moslems of Algeria. The rebels who fight France hang out in Cairo, pray toward Mecca, but talk in French, and invoke the democratic ideals that France has taught them. For the story of the men and motives behind the savage struggle, see the cover story in FOREIGN NEWS, The Reluctant Rebel...
...inveterate Broadway theatergoer, a football and baseball addict. His active sport is golf, at which he is a good bridge player, shooting about 100. Now and then he sallies out of his modest Manhattan apartment to play some nonbusiness but highly serious bridge with the experts who hang out at Manhattan's Cavendish and Regency clubs. When he plays bridge with nonexpert celebrities, as he often does, Goren is perhaps the world's most tolerant partner, never criticizes even the sloppiest bidding...
When the pine-trees crack like little guns in the silence of the wood, And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood...
That was until he ran into his allies. You see, there were other people who didn't like Henry James. Those People who hang around Schoenhof's in the daytime and well-lit Wigg windows at night (in this sublimating summer age), who scrawl bits of free verse on toilet paper tissue and pursue the Muse enthusiastically. Like the grimy fellow who whispered over his Haffenreffer malt liquor: "How could James know about life? You heard about the bicycle accident he had when he was young? Well...
...foot lockers, skis, banjos, rifles and packs, the "doolies,"* i.e., plebes, had to halt before passing an upperclassman to ask "By your leave, sir." In the well-outfitted rooms, other cadets pored over manuals, searching for instructions on where to place skivvies in the gleaming walnut dressers, where to hang battle jackets behind the handsome sliding panels of their closets. Instead of commands from a bull-voiced sergeant, they got fresh instructions from a softly modulated public-address system, and instead of a bulletin board, they watched a panel of code lights that blinked out the kind of uniform...