Word: roof
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...North Pole is a strategic hotspot. Over the ice-capped roof of the world run the shortest air routes from Russia to the U.S. Last week, the general public learned for the first time that Russia is interested in Norway's bleak Spitsbergen archipelago, within the Arctic Circle (Spitsbergen to Pittsburgh: 3,500 miles...
...Italian Socialism's most legendary heroines. Said Balabanov: "I left Russia when I realized that the Revolution had been converted into a matter of political exploitation."* The delegates reacted as if they had been lashed, and for 30 minutes shouts of "Viva la Russia!" rose to the roof. Then Balabanov continued: "You are wasting time trying to interrupt me. Communists and reactionaries have been trying to do that for 45 years, and haven't succeeded yet." Amidst a crescendo of cries of "Viva la Russia!" she concluded: "Viva il Socialismo Internazionale, viva il Socialismo Italiano...
Child of England. Field Place, the Sussex manor house where Shelley was born and grew up, "has a mighty roof of Horsham stone, and a line of chimneys like towers." It also has a park, a brook and a lake satisfactory to a fanciful child. Shelley's father, the squire, was a progressive gentleman farmer and brought up his eldest son to know something about pig-raising and Swedish turnips. If Percy seemed literary in boyhood, his literariness was long confined to a large appetite for sixpenny thrillers about vampires, specters and enchantments-a set of motifs he never...
...more than 50 people. A single toast would be proposed while Shinwell presented a leather-bound copy of the Coal Industry Nationalization Act to plump, pink Lord Hyndley (rhymes with kindly), who will run the mines as National Coal Board Chairman. Afterward Lord Hyndley, 63, would climb to the roof of his Berkeley Square office building and hoist the Coal Board's new flag (royal blue with "NCB" in white block letters...
Downstairs, Clerk Rowan phoned in the alarm. While he frantically roused the sleepers, flames and gas ballooned up the two elevator shafts and the two narrow stairways to the ventless roof. Stopped there, the seething mass backed up in search of outlets, shot down hallways with flamethrower force, began melting brass doorknobs, powdering plaster and licking at closed doors. Whenever a door was left open, death entered. At 3:50, when the 60-piece fire department started spindly ladders up along its scorching walls, the "fireproof," 33-year-old Winecoff, which, like most Atlanta hotels, has no outside fire escapes...