Word: land
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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This, thought Denmark's Communist daily, was too good to overlook. The ambassador's "escapist" party, crowed Land og Folk, pointed an ugly moral. Said Land og Folk: "It makes one think of other festivals where aristocrats amused themselves by dressing up as plain peasants -that was in the period preceding the French Revolution [when] the people of Versailles fled from reality into a rustic idyll . . . [Today again] exploited masses are rising and claiming their right-but our aristocrats do not want to hear...
Next day when other Danish papers printed guest lists of the party, it turned out that Land og Folk had in its haste forgotten to clear the story in the proper place. High up among the feckless "aVisto-crats" who plugged their ears to the revolution's rumble was portly Andrei Plakhin, Soviet Ambassador to Denmark, who came to Marvel's party dressed as an estate manager in Czarist days. Not to be outdone as an escapist, Mine. Plakhin looked fetching as a simple peasant maid...
...decked out in peacock feathers and silver ankle bangles, listened to a dapper, cigar-smoking orator clad in a natty green bush jacket and gabardine trousers. "Adibasis I" he addressed them. "The most ancient aristocracy of India, the original settlers of this country, the most democratic element in the land are everywhere shouting Jai Jarkhand [Victory to Jungle land]." As the crowd heard their fellow tribesman, Oxford-educated Jaipal Singh, 46, mention Jarkhand, the province they wanted carved out for themselves in east central India, they roared in approval, "Jarkhand sadari [Separate Jarkhand]." A tribeswoman who works as a steel...
...some 40 years had passed since they first brought girlish graces and golden curls to the early U.S. screen. Even Mary's dialogue sounded familiar: "We girls get together as often as we can. We belong to each other, in the never-never land and into tomorrow...
Last week some of the 225 delegates went out to the San Joaquin Valley, the heart of California's cotton country, to see how the agricultural miracle had been wrought. In what had once been a sandy wasteland, they saw miles of irrigated cotton land. They winced at the high costs of irrigating ($4 to $25 an acre for water) and harvesting the crop (see cut), and could hardly believe the big yields: 572 Ibs. an acre, v. the U.S. average...