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...song especially composed for the newly arrived Queen: "The daughter of the Chief is ringing her ankle bells. She is our Queen today. As a seabird, she has come to us." Clad in ice-blue, Elizabeth smiled in apparent delight, but in the thick shadows clouding the groves of moonlit acacia trees just beyond her, squads of hard-faced Negro policemen, brought over from Kenya (the better to recognize familiar faces), prowled ceaselessly in search of Mau Mau intruders...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: UGANDA: Jangled Nerves & Ankle Bells | 5/10/1954 | See Source »

...hours, Luciole, a battered C-47 of countless missions, heaved reluctantly down the runway and climbed through the moonlit mist. The crew started preparing flares, and their job was typical of the makeshift means the French must so often use in Indo-China. The flares were designed for bomb-bay release, but tonight they would have to be shoved by hand from the C-47's door. The delicate business of arming them must be done after takeoff. A sergeant flung one flare tail cap on the floor and swore. "It's defective," he grumbled. "This happens...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: The Airdrop | 4/19/1954 | See Source »

High in the Sierra Madre range of Luzon, one bright, moonlit night last week, a small man walked across the white sand of a dried river bed and held out his hand to a young Manila newsman, and to Manuel Manahan, chief of President Ramon Magsaysay's Complaints & Action Commission. After six years in the hills, Communist Luis Taruc, El Supremo of the Huk guerrillas, was keeping a rendezvous. In good English he said: "Let's get straight to the point...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PHILIPPINES: Out of the Jungle | 3/1/1954 | See Source »

...doves, they fly to the moonlit clms...

Author: By Robert M. Simon, | Title: Janet Wheeler, soprano | 1/13/1954 | See Source »

...sunless castle by a timeless sea, the story went, lived a young prince named Pelléas. He was as innocent and guileless as Mélisande, the bride of his half brother. In a helpless, fateful series of encounters, their destinies became tangled until, on a moonlit night, he became literally entangled in her long hair as she combed it down from her tower window. And just when they fully realized their love, her husband came upon them and ran his sword through Pell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Anti-Wagner Opera | 12/7/1953 | See Source »

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