Word: prisoners
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Waters pleaded for a scientific approach toward rehabilitation instead of the traditional faith in force. "Force," she said, "has never lessened the number of feet crossing prison doors...
Again & again, the word would come from somewhere: "Only a couple of hours more now." Again & again, there were fresh delays: Tempers were short; arguments flared over what might have been done. At last diggers, deep in the shaft, began to tunnel laterally toward Kathy's iron prison. Whitey was only a few shovelfuls away from the well pipe, when he was hauled to the surface, his face angry and set. There was water in his boots. Slowly at first, then faster, water poured into the tunnel. Digging stopped...
Demon on the Tail. In the long-ago (to airmen) days of October 1947, the air was like a prison with invisible steel-strong walls. There seemed to be an upper limit to speed. As airplanes flew faster & faster, strange things had happened to them. Hard, unseen fists punctured their metal skins. Mysterious arms reached out of the air to wrestle with their controls. Sometimes a wartime fighter pilot, diving too fast in combat, would feel his stick freeze fast. No matter how he tried, he could not pull out of the dive. Sometimes he did not live to tell...
General Charles de Gaulle last week made a ringing appeal for mercy for men branded as traitors and enemies of France. "It is absurd," De Gaulle told newsmen, "that so many young men should still rot in prisons and concentration camps." He talked of a general amnesty for many of the 50,000 political prisoners still serving out their prison sentences...
...almost 93-year-old marshal was once more to enjoy trees and flowers, there was little time to lose. In his fortress prison on the Ile de Yeu, the man who once dragged that he would live to be no was rapidly failing. By special dispensation he was no longer forced to make his bed or sweep his room, and he had given up his two daily 30-minute strolls in the prison yard. Though the prison director allowed him a radio, Petain seldom turned it on. But he still clung to his firm resolve to let posterity judge...