Word: menen
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...expected to make his own way to London. Again the fuzzy little papillon pattered at his heels. Farther behind followed Crown Prince Asfa Wassan and his 12-year-old brother, the Duke of Harar, both tricked out in European sack suits and derbies. The roly-poly Empress Menen remained in Jerusalem. The Emperor's party significantly traveled, not on League of Nations passports or British laissez-passer cards, but on Haile Selassie's own Ethiopian Government passports...
First ashore went the dumpy Empress Menen, her two daughters, the 12-year-old Duke of Harar and Crown Prince Asfa Wassan. Then down the gangplank, to the mournful tweetle of the boatswain's pipe, stepped little Haile Selassie in a sun helmet and a long white cloak. The Carnaro's band burst into the Fascist anthem: Giovinezza! A British military band hurriedly sprayed the air with a brassy countermelody. With the little Emperor was his "good" son-in-law, Ras Desta Demtu, and Ras Kassa, who fought the Italians in the north. Sharp eyes could find...
...announced early last week that plump and amiable Empress Menen of Ethiopia would speak to Britain and the U. S. over the short-wave radio. Italian spies were not caught napping. No sooner did Her Majesty begin in halting French, than on the same wave length blasts of Morse code gibberish drowned out her words. What she was saying in Addis Ababa...
Fearing air raids on the exposed royal palace, plump Empress Menen, her 14-year-old daughter Princess Tsahai and Prince Makonnen, 11, climbed into a special train and disappeared in the direction of French Somaliland. All that could be learned in Addis Ababa was that they were bound for a secret hideaway near the Danakil Desert...
...cape and purple cap. As nominal head of the Church, Emperor Haile Selassie arose early, stepped into his automobile which took him up a hill to the octagonal, ornate Cathedral of St. Ghiorghis. He took off his wing-tipped sport shoes, padded into the gold-veiled sanctuary. Empress Waizeru Menen, who dearly loves the Christian solace of confession, and 70 plump brown Ethiopian ladies entered the Cathedral by another door. In concentric circles according to rank squatted court functionaries, deacons, laymen, foreign missionaries and U. S. Chargé d'Affaires Cornelius Engert. With rain beating monotonously outside, there arose...