Word: master
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...poet, Asiatic explorer, archeologist and mystic philosopher. In 1934, Admirer Henry Wallace, then Secretary of Agriculture, sent Roerich and his son George, an Orientalist, to the Gobi Desert, to collect drought-resisting grasses for the U.S. dust bowl. As the serene man who was used to being called "Master" moved through Asia, disturbing echoes reached the U.S. In Manchukuo the Japanese thought he was a Russian agent. The Russians thought he was a Japanese spy. The Chinese thought he was a U.S. spy. The British had denied him a visa into troubled India in 1930, on the grounds that...
General Ike Eisenhower ducked Washington's pinpricking Gridiron Dinner, went off to Manhattan to make an innocuous speech to the Pennsylvania Society. He might as well have stayed in Washington. When he finished speaking in New York, the master of ceremonies asked: "Is it any wonder that we are proud and happy to have this man as the next president-" The audience broke into wild applause, after which the master of ceremonies finished, lamely: "-of Columbia University...
...cooler counsels among Arab hotheads. A member of the Azzazimah tribes which are scattered throughout the Arab world, Azzam Pasha has made a lifelong career of Arab nationalism. "In the Middle East," said one fellow Egyptian last week, "where everyone is someone's vassal, Azzam has no master...
...Young Sage was once a young rip. A precocious child, he knew 800 characters of Wen Li before he was three, had earned the nickname Shien-seng (the master) by the time he was five. In his teens Hu became disillusioned, turned to gloomy poetry and carousing, awoke one morning in jail for assaulting a cop while soused. Looking at his scratched face in a mirror, Hu recalled a proverb ("Heaven intended this material surely for some use"), vowed to win a Boxer Indemnity scholarship to the U.S. He did, and went to Cornell...
...personnel and equipment have changed, so have pinball habits and morals. The old master of the rolling sphere stood calm and upright by his machine, priming with but a gentle nudge at an opportune moment, playing a cautious, skillful, and fairly conservative game. In contrast to the suave, sure fingered pre-war man, the postwar pinball virtuoso crouches hungrily over his mechanical Christmas tree hammering it viciously and helping out with body English. Others stand aloofly at a distance so as better to see the lights flash...