Word: pasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Moscow did the Communists have a really bang-up May Day. Premier Stalin, fit and smiling, climbed atop Lenin's tomb to receive the thundering cheers of Muscovites. Overhead, more than 250 jet planes, including some impressive new models vaunted as the fastest in the world, whooshed past in impeccable formation. In the lead plane was Major General Vasily J. Stalin, the Generalissimo...
Exit, a God. A sociologist who has spent a lifetime studying the conservative folk of Japan's fishing villages said last week: "Everywhere I go the conflict is the same. It is the young against the old. The old instinctively want to preserve past ways, but they are losing. Now, in the village assemblies the youngsters speak out against their fathers-often violently. The old, rigid family structure is cracking. Where the young will go, what faith they will finally adopt, I don't know...
...argued that in prewar Japan democratic forms were merely superimposed on ancient, rigid social patterns. In Japan today the U.S. is breaking up those social patterns. It is deliberately fostering a social revolution far bolder than anything colonial powers of the past have attempted in Asia. This revolution might lead to real democracy; it might also backfire as badly as Japan's earlier and shallower experiment with Western progress. Americans and Japanese are groping down a dim and dangerous road. But there is no safer...
Vanishing American. Although he will be 70 next year, Douglas MacArthur has lost none of the West Pointer's bearing. For the past 34 years, he never missed a day's duty because of illness. In his plainly furnished office, he works seven days a week, composing directives by hand (he does not like to dictate) and buzzing for his aides when he wants them (he has banned telephones from his desk). He looks fit and much younger than his years; his hair, flecked with grey, is usually carefully brushed to cover a bald spot. The General lives...
Shanghai was a city of refugees. Along the Bund and Nanking Road, the best hotels were being taken over by weary retreating troops. In the white-tiled kitchen of the Hotel Cathay the manager argued hopelessly against this intrusion. The soldiers clumped past him in full field equipment, gazed in fascination at the twinkling lights of push-button elevators, and mounted their machine guns in the Tower Room overlooking the Whangpoo River...