Word: reds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...stopped raining, but the dirt road leading through the mountain meadows to thicker woods and the commune was a river of red mud. The sun was setting as we walked the five miles to the commune. Yana slogged along about ankle deep in mud. I held her sleeping bag for her once while she squatted in the road to piss and a few other times at places where the road had sharp gravel. We had to pass up one shortcut because the rocks would be too hard on Yana's feet. By the time we got to the vicinity...
...intensely annoying ploy often used by doctors," Potter wrote, "is to treat Patient as if he were as ignorant of all anatomical knowledge as a child of four." He will, for example, "refer to the blood corpuscles as 'the white fellows and the red chaps,' " and will inquire of a constipated lady patient: "How are the bow-wows this morning?" An effective way to reduce such nonsense before it starts, Potter advised, is to cast doubt on the doctor's professionalism: "I am, I suppose, right in calling you Doctor...
...Communism's ranking figures for half a century; in Moscow. Voroshilov was a tireless agitator during the 1917 Bolshevik revolution, rallying workers and soldiers, helping to organize the dreaded Cheka (secret police); during the civil war that followed, he distinguished himself as one of the founders of the Red armed forces, and in 1925 was appointed Commissar of War. Blindly loyal to Stalin, in 1935 he was named a Marshal of the Soviet Union, and rose to the post of assistant chairman of the party's defense committee. With Stalin's death in 1953, he became President...
...motioned me to sit down on a red couch of velvet crushed beyond respectability, and sat down beside...
...said "Mrs. Murray. Card Advisor and Palm Readings." The building was very narrow and very decrepit. After hesitating a moment, I walked in and read the sign: "One flight up to Mrs. Murray." As I climbed the winding stairs, a dark-haired woman, olive-skinned, appeared from a decaying red-carpeted, red-furnished living room. She came out so quickly I was taken aback. Cynically. I wondered how many months, it had been since the last likely mark had wandered...