Word: rowe
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Ministry. French railwaymen blocked gendarmes "who tried to take away ten cattle, threatened to tie up the big Villeneuve-St.-Georges freight yards with a strike. Paris entered its fourth meatless week. Alarmed by reports from the hungry Continent, two British Cabinet Ministers emplaned for Washington, where a seething row over food split the Administration...
Died. David Lloyd George, Earl of Dwyfor, 82, Britain's Prime Minister during World War I, last surviving member of the first Big Three (the others: Wood-row Wilson and France's Clemenceau); of complications following influenza; in Llan-ystumdwy, Wales. Through five reigns and three wars, the fiery, witty, flamboyant Welshman enlivened the House of Commons. A combination of zeal, oratory and energy pushed him, step by step, to leadership of the Liberal Party, the British Government, and finally the Empire...
...followed from a regimental command post in a cellar the clearing of a row of houses. Reports were pouring in. Somebody had reached the balcony at Number 6. ... Badanov's platoon had just got level with the tall grey house. . . . Someone else's assault detachment had broken into a cellar. ... Then: 'We have reached the second floor and are fighting in the corridors.' ... By morning the houses had been captured...
...chaos is flashed full of human light and meaning. There is a row of mournfully dazed, wounded men in a boat, their shoulders festooned by a long sheetlike strip of white cloth. There are Japanese prisoners, by that fact presumably among the softest defenders of their island; and in their bleak, barrelbodied, flintlike power you will recognize if you never did before that the enemy is indeed tough. There is a closeup of a bullet-hole in flesh, at once as intimate and as impersonal as if it were your own wound, so new you cannot yet feel it. There...
Beyond the Roer. From the air in a Piper Cub the tank drive was a thing of the sheerest military beauty: First came a long row of throbbing tanks moving like heavy dark beetles over the green cabbage fields of Germany in a wide swath-many, many tanks in a single row abreast. Then, a suitable distance behind, came another great echelon of tanks even broader, out of which groups would wheel from their brown mud tracks in green fields to encircle and smash fire at some stubborn strong point. Behind this came miles of trucks full of troops, maneuvering...