Word: mauritius
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...five-week tour of Britain's territories in East Africa, brisk but smiling Princess Margaret was greeted on Mauritius by a fez-topped honor guard, soldiers of the Tanganyika battalion of the King's African Rifles. Later, she moved on to the spice island of Zanzibar. Censorship was instituted to tone down earthy invitations, mostly in Swahili but some in English, that are all the rage with Zanzibar's native girls, who now wear various amorous slogans written on their bright robes. By the time she drove observantly around the island, the most suggestive such bids...
...story of the walking Gills confirmed a long suspicion that our family inherited their wanderlust from our Manx father and not our Scots mother, who bore and weaned the six of us in Uganda. After wandering the globe, brother Ian settled in India, brother Noel in Mauritius, sister Kathleen in Iraq, sister Betty in Rhodesia and twin sister Doreen in Canada. I keep in touch with them all from this address...
Around the World. Since 1950, Mother Mary Columba has launched new missions on Likiep and Yap (Pacific islands), in Chile and Peru, on Mauritius Island in the Indian Ocean, in Formosa. Maryknoll's main activities around the world include...
...Good Thing We're Going." Angry, bitter and resentful at the Iranian and the British governments both, the last garrison of 322 British technicians left on the British cruiser Mauritius, after a night at the local Gymkhana Club and the Guest House Bar, when they made a manful effort to polish off a three-month supply of whisky in one glorious but decorous gulp. Even Vera ("Hard-Hearted Hannah") Flavell, the penny-pinching proprietress of the Guest House, had proclaimed drinks on the house. By the time the evacuees arrived at the Gymkhana Club once again for customs inspection...
...jetty where Iranian navy launches waited to take them to the Mauritius, the oilmen filed solemnly past Refinery Director Kenneth B. Ross, who was flying out next day. As each man passed, the director shook his hand. "Good luck, K.B.," the men murmured. Some 2,000 Iranians, many of them former company employees, watched in silence. Once on the cruiser, the fed-up oilmen wasted scarcely a look back at the vast $700 million refinery, the world's largest, that had been their life and their work...