Word: jongg
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...last days of Chiang's mainland rule, Wei turned up in Hong Kong, abundantly supplied with money and costly gewgaws. With his wife, and children by his first marriage, he lived quietly in a two-storied house, with a garden of pines and papayas. He played mah-jongg with other ex-officers, read newspapers of all political hues, and dabbled in the amorphous politics of the "third force...
...Middle. For all his political canniness and his present popularity, it is by no means certain that aged, crippled Ichiro Hatoyama is the one who can do the job. He is essentially a politician, a man who made his way up by nifty deals across the go and mah-jongg tables, by tough brawling in the Diet (once he rushed to the rostrum and tried to punch a fellow Diet member in the nose), and by tacking with the winds of national sentiment. "He is not the kind of leader who stands out and looks down on the people," said...
...jeered at the way bureaucrats, during the regime of his predecessor Shigeru Yoshida, got together with wealthy industrialists "to play mah-jongg and golf and let their work go." He promised lower taxes and more housing. He promised trade with Red China and Russia, and said this would "create conditions which will contribute to world peace." The obliging Russians, not missing a trick, last week offered to start negotiations for normal relations at the place "the Japanese government considers most adequate" (Japan has already designated New York City as its choice...
Laichau is a tiny mud village in northwestern Viet Nam, where the clack of mah-jongg tiles used to be heard day & night. For seven years of war, although it is only 30 miles from the Chinese border. Laichau remained in French hands. Last week it was lost to Ho Chi Minh's Communists without a fight...
...unprepared for what came next. P.W.s turned their backs, stamped their feet, sang Nationalist-songs. One burst a pimple on his face and flicked its contents at the explainers. Another listened for a while, then remarked contemptuously: "The others are waiting for me to sit in on a mah-jongg game in the compound . . . Try not to waste any more of my time." In Tent 7, a stocky Chinese, with Nationalist emblems sewn on his blouse, faced three Communists, sweating and fidgety in green-brown wool uniforms. This is what was said...