Word: redness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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SCAP is still criticized in some quarters for its cumbersome, red-taped bureaucracy.* There are too many military minds fumbling with unmilitary chores. One American businessman recently complained: "They clutter up any piece of business with the damndest bureaucracy you ever saw. But foreign businessmen here can at least get into SCAP and yell. The Japanese businessmen are even more helpless and paralyzed-and don't even dare go near SCAP...
Slowly but inexorably, the armies of Communist General Chen Yi bore down across the flatlands of the Yangtze delta. In the second week of the South China offensive the Reds' pace had slowed down somewhat, but they triumphantly reported eight Nationalist armies crushed and trapped between the Yangtze and the coast. Hangchow, last coastal railroad gateway to the south, was deserted and lay open to the conquerors. Red armies also bore down on Shanghai...
...Red-faced Sir Alfred, 70, had made his reputation as an able painter of fine horseflesh. More recently, he had been worsted by Tate Gallery Director John Rothen stein in a public test of the Academy's taste in art collecting (TIME, March 14] and announced his decision to retire nex year. But Horse Painter Munnings was still feeling his oats; he made the R.A. dinner an occasion to register his emphatic nay to modern...
Honking merrily, the red & yellow buses bumped along the back roads of North Carolina. At Laurinburg (pop. 5,685) they pulled up in front of an old Air Force camp theater, and 60 musicians tumbled out with their instruments. An audience of kids, who had trekked in from all over corn-and cotton-raising Scotland County, was there already, waiting for one of the 117 concerts that Conductor Benjamin Swalin's peripatetic North Carolina Symphony Orchestra (and its 23-man task force) will play at more than 60 highway & byway spots in the state this spring...
...room might have been any big-city political headquarters. On the wall hung a map bristling with red, blue and yellow pins. In one corner stood a Mimeograph. Pamphlets, posters and handbills littered the floor and tables, and two purposeful young women pounded energetically on typewriters. But the bald, cheerful man who presided over this well-ordered confusion last week wore a clerical collar. From his command post in an old brownstone mansion near London's Victoria Station, the Rev. Frank Cecil Tyler was directing the "Mission to London"-the biggest evangelical drive the Church of England had ever...