Word: procession
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Something of Value. The Padua trial will probably not be completed for months; no one held out much hope that the bigwigs of Italy's Communist Party could ever be brought to book, much less forced to restore the Gold of Dongo. Nonetheless, in the process, Italian Communism stood to lose something of infinite value-the carefully fostered myth that no members of the Italian resistance fought the Nazis and Fascists quite so heroically and unselfishly as the Communists. Said Rome's II Messaggero: "This trial is for history...
...groups have long been in the process of merging-this is their third try -and have no essential doctrinal differences. But traditional loyalties are so strong that last week's delegates voted for the merger by only 161 to 124 (although in the complex polling setup, the vote of individual presbyteries was more solidly in favor). Said Dr. Robert W. Gibson, president of Monmouth College, Monmouth, Ill., and chairman of the committee working for the union: "The United Presbyterian Church, being made up of people who like to think for themselves, seldom moves in unison. [But] I am confident...
...omen"). Evil forces are clearly trying to prevent Cornel Wilde from rediscovering the uranium mine found by his late brother, poor devil, who was murdered by a steel-clawed Leopard Man. Also barring his way, on his Technicolor plunge into spine-tingling British East Africa, are a process-shot wild elephant, some oinking hippos, a surly cobra and a platoon of phony-looking crocodiles...
...transmitted by radio for up to 40 miles in five minutes, using a new Army Signal Corps - New York Times facsimile system. A Polaroid Land camera takes and prints a picture in one minute; it is then radioed back in three minutes, redeveloped and reprinted by the Polaroid process in another minute. The system is being studied by the Army for transmitting reconnaissance pictures in wartime, by the weather bureau for gathering hurricane data in peacetime, by newspapers for installation on reporters' and photographers' radio cars...
...leatherneck maker, Sergeant Jim Moore (Webb), chews callow boys and spits marines. He shouts fear into his boots, and they shout courage back at him. His undeviating training code: if I don't almost kill you in this process, an enemy will some day make you "dead, dead, dead!" The fragile axis of the plot, a moral weakling from a Corps-dedicated family, naturally turns eventually into the pride of his platoon. Sergeant Webb surprises in the end. Just when he might be expected, for the good of the Marines, to mow down his whole motley lot of boots...