Word: sat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...President de Gaulle's ministers sat down in the big Salon des Portraits of the Elysées Palace, the pressures for a decision on Algeria were closing in on France. Operation Binoculars, the new military campaign to crush the rebels, was going slowly. Within the week President Eisenhower would arrive to hear what, if any, new solution De Gaulle had to settle the five-year war. "A climate of expectancy and uncertainty mixed with apprehension reigns," reported Le Monde. "The moment is coming when the game is either lost...
Ilocanos seem to need little excuse to kill. A month ago two men burst into the home of Florentino Lazo at Manzante village, blasted Lazo and his son José with carbines as they sat at dinner. Florentino had been suspected by his killers of recently doing away with Mariano and Isabelo Tayaba-who, in turn, were thought to have killed Lauriano and Pablo Sadabo. Besides, young José was scheduled to testify soon at still another murder trial. Police had all the motives they could want, and jailed two suspects...
...dressing room, Basilio sat back and blew through his mouth. "Whew," he said, "No sense of crying. He kicked the hell out of me. So what's the sense...
Searching for passengers on the June 10 New York-to-Liverpool voyage, the Daily Express placed three transatlantic calls to Mrs. Mona Kucker, a Norwalk, Conn, dog breeder who had sat at the captain's table. Mrs. Kucker gave the first real rundown on the charges. "I have a letter from Captain Armstrong," said she, "saying that he has been accused of chasing young girls around the ship and sitting in the main lounge with Mrs. Silverstone on his knee, zipping and unzipping her dress." Added Mrs. Kucker: "Nothing like that even loosely transpired...
...begged for money as she held aloft her dead infant, waving it by one foot, "like a butcher with a plucked chicken." Mydans gave her some money, and later that night, belly tight with food, Mydans came shamefully back to the spot where he. had seen her. There she sat, a bowl of white rice by her side. Something stirred at her breast. Mydans looked. It was the child-alive and suckling with contented gurglings. "Then," writes Mydans, "I understood: in starving China any ruse is a fair one that adds a few more days to life...