Word: pasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rejecting Bridges' suggestion, at least one high Washington official emphasized the present hopelessness of the whole Chinese situation, on which the U.S., for the past three years, had turned its back. The U.S. had made mistakes, he pointed out, which could not be corrected overnight. China's Nationalist government was also deeply at fault. Something was obviously wrong with Nationalist military leadership. Why, for example, had well-trained, well-equipped Nationalist divisions refused to fight at Mukden...
...insistent on speed and convenience, and indifferent to comfort, the boats had no place. As for scenery, modern man was now conditioned to taking it in a new form, as a thin strip that flicked past, like a long, evenly unwinding tape, on either side of a concrete highway-the kind he could see without turning his head...
...south. The well-watered North Kiangsu plain seethed like an ant heap with soldiers on the move, as Government Field Commander General Tu Yu-ming desperately shifted his men over rutted roads and torn-up rail tracks to establish a new line with its back to the broad Yangtze. Past the military columns rattled slow trains of flatcars, jammed with refugees headed south for Nanking...
Churchill, in a brief speech, noted that Macaulay once described the abbey as a temple of reconciliation, where enmities of the past lay buried. Then, in a voice he could hardly control, Churchill said...
...Harvard-Yale fans have credited the cosmic aspects of this certain Saturday to the high quality of the football. Both coaches and both teams have certainly sweated long and hard over drills and diagrams, and they deserve the backing of the fans. But this year, as in many years past, both teams are slamming each other to gain next to last place in a slightly dubious Big Three championship. The men who left the middle West for Harvard Stadium this week could have seen a finer brand of football by staying home...