Word: hilda
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mostly by foot, continued to Guatemala in December 1953. The country was then controlled by the Communists around President Jacobo Arbenz, and was a natural haven for Latin American leftists of all degrees. Che fitted right in. His closest friend was a plump, almond-eyed young Peruvian girl named Hilda Gadea, an ardent, exiled member of Apra, Peru's leftist revolutionary movement. Hilda lent Che money to pay his room rent, kept him fed. For a while he peddled encyclopedias, then got a minor job in Guatemala's agrarian-reform program...
Fidel, Meet Che. He darted into the Argentine embassy, stayed nearly two months as a dish-washing guest, then cut north across Guatemala to Mexico, where he rejoined Hilda Gadea. Welcomed as a member of Apra into the city's revolutionary-exile set, she met Fidel and Raul Castro, who had just been amnestied from prison in Cuba by Dictator Batista. She introduced them to Che, and the four became close friends. When Hilda and Che legalized their relationship in May 1955, Raul was best man. But it was Fidel and Che who hit it off. "Those two talked...
...familiar with Hilda Hyams' "hum" down to the last mmm. But it seems it is not peculiar to "the drowsy county of Kent" in England [May 23]. We live within "humming" distance of the berth-place of the atomic submarines and I have taken for granted the nocturnal hummings in the area for six years...
...drowsy county of Kent means perfect peace and perfect quiet, dozing to the murmuring of bees, the lowing of cattle, the gentle purl of streams like the Beult, the Great Stour and the Little Stour. But in the Kentish village of Molash, 8½ miles from Canterbury, grey-haired Hilda Hyams, 54, was being driven mad by another sound: a low-pitched, persistent hum. Her novelist husband, Edward, could not hear the hum, but he dutifully checked the water pipes and main, arranged to have the electrical wires near the house slackened, even cut off the telephone. Hilda Hyams went...
...with it?'" Instead, he complained, "There have been evasions, lyings, even a sort of shrugging of shoulders and a sneer which has made us all the more determined to find out what it is and damned well put a stop to it." Chorused his hum-struck wife, Hilda: "It can't be Martians, can it? I don't believe it is outer space at all. I believe it's a few chaps down the road somewhere who know perfectly well what they're doing...