Word: sandalwood
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poem in praise of the King and Imam into a deafening loudspeaker system." The King's interpreter, "last seen in Washington in a fairly sensational convertible," now "kneels on the floor by his master's chair, translating his master's words with downcast eyes." Amid burning sandalwood, one of the King's advisers "distills venom against Palestine's invaders and all the West, in a beautifully educated English voice." Alsop's moral: "Although social notes do not generally appear in this space, the contrasts of the evening seemed to tell a great deal about...
...kingly recompense. At Benares, after getting an honorary degree, His Majesty donated $10,000 to a university students' union; at Aligarh he gave $600 to his car drivers. During a few days in New Delhi, his party spent $100,000 in gift shops for gold-threaded cloth, sandalwood and ivory bric-a-brac for the wives back home...
Like the Greeks. Police forthwith arrested five Democrats, including the party's secretary-general. "We will release them when they promise not to make themselves a nuisance," said Sihanouk. At the chauffeur's cremation, Sihanouk him self ignited the sandalwood stake and bowed low while monks in saffron-hued robes prayed and flames licked the pink coffin. Then the young man who no longer reigned made it quite clear that he nevertheless plans to rule...
...which Gandhi's body lies is slowly pulled for five hours by men with ropes through a surging crowd in the streets of New Delhi, while planes shower his bier with rose petals. Then, after his body has been burned on a funeral pyre of bricks and sandalwood sticks, the ashes are scattered on the sacred waters where the Jumna and Ganges meet. One brief, vivid shot shows most of the material possessions that the frail little man in the white loincloth left behind him: sandals and spectacles, a book and a bowl, a tinny dollar watch...
...body, seated in a chair on a four-wheel cart, was drawn through the streets by Telugu schoolboys waving lengths of black silk, beating their chests and crying, "Madras city is ours." At the crematorium, the frail body was washed in rose water and burned on a pile of sandalwood while Hindu priests recited the funeral service and Telugu politicians thundered to the mourning mob that they would never give up Madras city...