Word: pistoles
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...they sat down together for their first meeting, Naguib was startled to see Dulles pull a holstered, .32-calibre Colt automatic from his pocket and place it on the mahogany table. The Secretary laughed and handed the pistol to Naguib, still slightly bewildered. Then he read from a silver plate on the handle: "To General Mohammed Naguib, from his friend, Dwight D. Eisenhower." It was one of the President's personal pistols. "This is to preserve peace with, not fight a war," said Dulles. Naguib smiled and said: "I know...
...Crimson pistol shooters won a close victory yesterday over the Watertown Auxiliary Police Team in the season's closing match. The win brings the Pistol Club's record to a two win-two loss total...
...tall, dreamy girl, a crack shot with a pistol, and she rode to hounds like a hussar. Horses were in the family, for her Irish father was hard-riding Tommy Gonne of Donnybrook, a colonel in the British army. She had been born (of an English mother, who died in her childhood) within cannon shot of Aldershot, and privately educated in France by a governess with Republican views. At 16, she was head of her father's household in Dublin, where he was Assistant Adjutant General. She was presented in 1881 at the viceregal court, and she "danced with...
...Paris she heard that some private letters, stolen by British agents, had fallen into the hands of a newspaper editor. She found the editor in a shooting gallery on the Champs Elysees, challenged him to a shooting match, put her six pistol shots into the center of the card. Said she, in a loud voice: "If any man insulted me in a way detrimental to my work, I should take the insult as the challenge, and that," pointing to the perforated card, "would be my answer...
...evening last week, the usually precise Mahmoud arrived at his office two hours late. He riffled through his mail until he found one letter, which he read and reread several times. At 9 p.m., his other mail still unread, Mahmoud buckled on his pistol, took his briefcase, and told his driver to drop him off at Khaneghah Avenue. He left his briefcase and revolver be hind in the Buick, set off along Khaneghah Avenue, an alleylike street honeycombed with apartments. He paused for a moment in a grocery, inquired of a boy there the address of a Hossain somebody...