Word: pilings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Minh, the goateed scholar and activist who is President of Communist North Viet Nam, last week smooched in comradely fashion with Polish Communist Chief Wladyslaw Gomulka, this week continued his buss ride through the satellites, reared back and thrust his deep-pile chops at Yugoslavia's Marshal Tito. Then, to prove there was Marxism beneath the mush, he fired off a blast at "imperialist America and its puppets, who are continuing to arm themselves in an attempt to dominate the world." Next target for Ho's communal cuddling: Albania's Enver Hoxha...
...Husseinite Beys of Tunis became in later years little more than abject puppets of French colonial rule. With personal prerogatives rivaling those of true oriental potentates and on a half-million-dollar-a-year allowance (almost ten times what France pays its own President), the Beys had only to pile up their wealth and stay out of trouble. Since dynastic law provided that each Bey should be succeeded by the eldest male relative on his father's side, most had reached a state of pleasantly senile complaisance by the time they reached the throne...
Along the streets more bodies were piling up. Drunken riders lost control, pitched off on their heads and lay still. Outside Angels Camp a girl riding behind her husband was killed when he slammed into a gasoline tanker. Two hoodlum outriders headed toward the fair grounds, the A.M.A. territory. They charged a formation of six A.M.A. riders just topping a rise in the road. All eight crunched together in a pile of twisted metal and spinning wheels. When the wheels slowed, two of the eight were dying. Carried to an ambulance with his foot sheared off, A.M.A.'s Richard...
...Cambridge is the same thing. You can't even go to the movies without meeting some old roommate or something. Every year you're here you know more and more people, because nobody goes away--they just pile up. Pretty soon you can't help thinking that you know everyone worth knowing, you've heard everything worth hearing, done everything worth doing. And because you keep meeting the same people in different places doing different things, you don't have to be very good in whatever you're doing--there'll always be someone around who's met you somewhere...
...most appealing things in his book is his shyly proud report that his correspondence (including a postcard from Mecca) is filed in the special-collections division of the University of Southern California's library, a mass of 10,000 items which must comprise the biggest pile of profound piffle since Greenwich Village's Harvardman Joe Gould compiled his 10 million-word Oral History of Our Time...