Word: midnight
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Harry Truman did what not even Franklin Roosevelt had had the temerity to do. He ordered Douglas MacArthur to shut up. The President's summary order arrived in Tokyo shortly after midnight Monday morning. There, in his headquarters in the Dai Ichi building, General MacArthur made the only decision he could make. He silently saluted his commander in chief across 6,769 miles of land and ocean, and shut...
When things eased up in Germany, he relaxed by hunting wild boar in the Black Forest and running his own "ham" radio transmitter at Wiesbaden. He invited his enlisted men to draw all the surplus radio equipment they needed to set up their own stations, often swapped midnight advice with his fellow hams. It was characteristic of his attitude towards his men: he never would step out of his way to make a public show of thoughtfulness, but was willing to rustle up radio gear on their behalf, be responsible for it and sit up late at night telling them...
...Have to ..." It is midnight and all around the hills are astir. Here a sharp burst of small-arms fire, there the flashing life & death of an American shell, searching out the enemy who we know are gathering within 5,000 yards of this command post. One of the field telephones rings, an officer of the staff picks it up, listens a moment and says, "Oh, Christ, there's a column of refugees, three or four hundred of them, coming right down on B company." A major in the command tent says to the regimental commander...
Once upon a carefree time, escapists could pick up a historical novel confident of finding a simple mixture of sword play and midnight love. Nowadays, as part of the now fashionable pedantry that corrodes everything from highbrow poetry to lowbrow science fiction, the historical novel is often as minutely researched as a Ph.D. thesis. Merchant of the Ruby, a fearsomely thorough drenching in the 15th Century Wars of the Roses, is a prime example. Readers of the Merchant need a refresher course in history, an elaborate diagram of royal genealogy, and a passionate interest in the problem of which English...
Though it is far from any mountain, Oxford University is a pretty good place to study climbing. The gates of all colleges are locked at midnight, so for generations night-foundered students have made a practice of climbing in over the college walls. Rasher spirits, who like night climbing for night climbing's sake, have attacked the spiky heights of Oxford's 73-ft. Martyrs' Memorial,* and left it capped with proofs of their prowess-on several occasions, a chamberpot. Last week, two members of Oxford's Mountaineering Club who had tackled the spire...