Word: khans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Martyr. Kept incommunicado in the Aga Khan's palace at Poona, Gandhi could scarcely know that his third great mass movement in 20 years was turning into a revolution despite five weeks of ruthless police prosecution. As before, being in jail increased Gandhi's prestige as a legend and a martyr. His followers secretly printed a fiery Congress Newsletter which heated the campaign to halt factory work, disrupt transportation, close down schools, stores and civil administration...
Whether or not these assertions were true, Gandhi could not publicly affirm or deny: he was locked up in a luxurious jail, the Aga Khan's million-rupee "bungalow" at Poona. But the British threatened use of the whip on rioters, execution of anyone sabotaging trains or communications...
...garland of flowers around his wizened neck, he was taken in the commissioner's car to Victoria station. "Nice old fellow, that Gandhi," the commissioner said. The train chuffed on to Poona. There the Mahatma was imprisoned in the rambling stone "bungalow" of the rich Aga Khan...
Darius of Persia first came into the valley of Kabul in the 6th Century B.C. After him came Alexander of Macedonia, Antiochus III of Syria, Genghis Khan, Tamerlane and Baber. Centuries later came the British; then the Russians; finally the Germans and Japanese. Last week, clutching his brief case in a car that pitched like a camel over the boulder-strewn Khyber Pass, came the American. He was balding, professorial Cornelius van Henert Engert, U.S. Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary from Franklin Delano Roosevelt to Mohammed Zahir Shah, King of Afghanistan...
Awaiting Envoy Engert in the 6,000-foot high, mud-walled capital city of Kabul (pop. 150,000) were important talks with the young (28) king and his two trusted uncles-shrewd Prime Minister Mohammed Hashin Khan and dark-eyed War Minister Shah Mahmoud Khan. From these westernized leaders of 12,000,000 proud and primitive hillsmen, Engert could expect gracious hospitality. There would be tea and coffee, sweet cakes, pistachio ices and bowls of gigantic white mulberries. But whether there would be any cooperation in cleaning out Kabul's squirming nest of Axis intrigue was another question...