Word: redness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hothead. The Burmese streamed out of doors to pour pots of water over the ground and offer up prayers to Thi-gya-min. Early next morning, clad in bright blue, red or green skirt-like longyis and rubber bathing caps, they set out with more water for the pagodas, to wash the sacred images. Cold drinks, tea and Burman spaghetti were served at marquees at almost every street corner and gay music sounded everywhere. Pious oldsters listened to the discourse of holy men, and everywhere the Burmese splashed one another with a will...
...rival's severed head might not be defiled by touching the ground, so seven divine maidens took turns passing it from one to the other. Every time the head reached another daughter, a New Year began. Since the angry god's head was red-hot, it had to be cooled by water. Now, while the Burmese symbolically repeat the old ceremony, the victorious god is believed to come to earth to look things over...
Many of Harvey's new acquaintances were quite unfriendly. The Communist press hinted darkly that he was actually a capitalist Trojan horse which would lull Austrians into forgetting life's serious problems. The Red Army's local paper warned its readers that "Harvey is not really a harmless bit of fluff . . . The great mission of this rabbit," it wrote, "is to overcome reality-the bad truth one always wants to put away...
...vacation, break a leg, get the flu and even retire or die without creating more than a mild flurry of editorial comments or oratorical farewells. But Communist leaders in their world behind the Iron Curtain fare differently. Because so little information about their lives is allowed to leak out, Red bigwigs can scarcely go away for a country weekend without creating a storm of speculation-on either side of the Curtain-that they have been purged, exiled or demoted in disgrace...
...door of every Labor Party bigwig was entitled Labor Believes in Britain. One wag recalled Carlyle's comment to a young lady who declared that she had accepted the Universe: "By God, Madam, you'd better!" A lot of work had gone into its cherry-red, pink-striped covers. For over a year, an army of party researchers had dredged up basic facts. Recently, during a nice weekend on the Isle of Wight, the 27-man Labor Party executive, sparked by Morrison, sifted the data and started knocking a platform together...