Word: masters
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...managing Soviet agencies without ever saying a flat yes or no had only enhanced his ability to look, dress and propose toasts like a Belgian burgomaster. "A real gentleman;' cooed a French chorus girl from a visiting troupe he once called on backstage at the Bolshoi. "A master at creating an atmosphere of relaxed tension," said a Western ambassador. In a face softened by comfortable living, his courtly smile was matched by the appraising eye of a riverboat gambler. Once, when Khrushchev & Co. were out of town, he accepted a toast to the Soviet government: "I can drink...
...really first-rate citizens of a second-class power, Britons, says Punch, must throw off centuries-old habits and 1) "master the art of boasting," 2) practice "indifference to the welfare of birds and animals," while "almost everybody must use the rank of colonel or count, to make both the Army and the Aristocracy look ridiculous...
...order. In 35 minutes the Skaubryn was roaring from end to end like an acetylene torch, but every passenger and seaman was in the safety of lifeboats on the calm sea. As long as they were able, the two radio operators sent out SOS signals. The ship's master, Captain Alf Faeste, was the last man off, sliding down a rope with the log book. There was only one casualty: a German businessman died in his lifeboat of a heart attack...
...long roll of wrack at sea, the burning of the Skaubryn will be remembered as a disaster where men triumphed, and not the elements. The master of City of Sydney sent a radio message of farewell to Skaubryn's Captain Alf Faeste and his crew: "Your feat in lowering 16 boats containing 1,300 people into the water in 35 minutes without loss of life or injury, with so little warning, and from a blazing ship, is a superb example of seamanship and discipline unique in maritime history. When you speak of this disaster, you can hold your heads...
...That'll Be a Snap." The thrill murder of 14-year-old Bobby Franks looms over the whole book, but its only account is left to Mystery Master Erie Stanley Gardner, who provides the book's pompous introduction. Leopold begins his story hours after the deed, and this section is the most fascinating in the book. A few days after the murder, Leopold went out with his girl, and she read him Lamartine. There are other tantalizing and incongruous glimpses of Leopold's cozy Chicago background. His family called him "Babe"; his aunt was "Birdie"; Richard Loeb...