Word: mouthfuls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sooner had the announcement of the Macmillan trip been made than Khrushchev demanded that he be included in a new summit meeting. Khrushchev's other-side-of-the-mouth belligerence had already ruled out any such possibility. But he had nonetheless done the free world a favor. By creating an emergency over Sputnik and the Middle East, he had newly welded the Atlantic alliance, perilously creaky since Suez, and inspired its members to get on with their business of collaboration...
...authorities, impressed by the lack of Nazi ties in his record, had picked him for Bavarian economics minister. But Erhard, a Franconian, a Protestant and a reputed Freemason, never hit it off with his clannish Catholic Bavarian colleagues. No great shakes as administrator and organizer of hand-to-mouth subsistence measures, he was already wrapped up in his plans for sweeping visionary changes. He lost his post in the next ministerial shuffle. It was not till the Bizonal authorities called him to Frankfurt in 1947 that Erhard found his place, his platform and his apocalyptic powers...
...rides, often stops off at a local market to check prices personally. As the Mercedes 300 lurches up to the entrance in a swirl of dust, his driver tries to get out and open the door. But Erhard is already out, Homburg in hand and cigar in mouth, charging toward the ministry entrance like a soccer forward. He waves jovially to the doorkeeper, fairly skips up the steps and down the long hall to his desk...
...band of armed robbers climb a hill near the mouth of the Nile and stare down at an awesome sight. A richly laden but crewless merchant ship is moored near shore, the remains of a banquet lie scattered along the beach, and all around sprawl the bodies of slain men. Only two are alive: a badly wounded young Greek named Theagenes, who is being tended by Charicleia, a girl so beautiful that the brigands think she must be a goddess...
...scientist. He is known as "the best-dressed Russian scientist," and he has traveled regularly in the outside-Russia world. Earlier this year, he made himself slightly conspicuous cavorting in a Manhattan nightclub. At Barcelona last week he basked in his nation's glory and shot off his mouth. "You Americans," he beamingly told a U.S. scientist, "have a better standard of living than we have. But the American loves his car, his refrigerator, his house. He does not, as the Russians do, love his country...