Word: says
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...German Party Congress, Khrushchev demonstrated his support for East Germany's Stalinist chief, goateed Walter Ulbricht. "The wind isn't blowing into your face but Adenauer's." he told party activists. "Don't worry, they'll come yet and knock on your door and say, we're from Bonn and would like to negotiate." He drove into the countryside and hopped out to tell sugar-beet growers how to plant their crops ("in clusters of four"). The crowds in the market squares gave him a desultory welcome. But among some 2,500 Party Congress...
...served in Nagy's Cabinet and later assured his people that Nagy would not be punished, listened stolidly from his seat among the foreign delegates). "The Yugoslav leaders didn't. They have too little courage to tell their people they are responsible for this conflict. They say we falsify Marxism-Leninism. Then why has the U.S.S.R. had such great successes? Comrades, the lid does not fit the jar, as the saying goes. What success can the Yugoslav leaders, who call themselves Marxists, show...
...retire with an annuity at 50, and I further state that I am not a member of that plan. You'd think, my goodness, why not, and him 48 years in baseball." "I'm not sure I made my question clear," said the Keef, doubtfully. "I would say that I wouldn't know," droned Stengel again, "but I imagine to keep baseball going as high as baseball is a sport that has gone into baseball from the baseball answer." Murmured defeated Senator Kefauver, changing the subject...
...Paul Robeson, 60, a well-heeled Marxist, flapped his brand-new passport aloft as he arrived in London for a concert tour. Question from newsmen: Is Paul in the Party? "I have a right to be a member of any party," said he obscurely. Well, would he like to say anything about Soviet antiSemitism? Boomed Robeson: "I will not discuss these questions today...
...first big step on the road to the depths of deg-re-day-I say first-medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then-beer from a bottle! And the next thing you know, your son is playin' fer money in a pinchback suit. And list'nin' to some big out-a-town Jasper hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'. Not a wholesome trot tin' race. No! But a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to see some stuck-up Jockey-boy settin' on Dan Patch? . . . Trouble...