Word: shaven
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...hours later that night, Brigadier General Hussein Azemudeh, the thin-lipped military prosecutor, drove up to the barracks and sent for the prisoners. Two months ago nine of the ten prisoners had been splendidly uniformed brother officers of his. Now, in shapeless prison garb, heads shaven, stubbly faces pale, they shuffled in. The general glared at the first man, and said harshly: "You are called here to make your will. Know what I mean?" Colonel Siamak cleared his throat. "Yes," he said, "I know." The appeal had failed...
Right in the middle of Brazil's white-hot, off-year* election campaign, a shabby, ill-shaven politico stopped abruptly in the middle of a "give-'em-hell" speech. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a sandwich and began to munch it in full view of his audience. Then, with ostentatious frugality, he wrapped the crumby remainder in paper and carefully stowed it away again. He was vote-catching Jânio Quadros, candidate for governor of São Paulo. Brazil's richest state...
...China. The entertainment provided at Peking was at least as lavish as that shown the British in Moscow. One night there was a ten-course dinner for 400 at The House of Magnanimity (a former imperial palace), where the menu featured melon prepared in the shape of the shaven head of one of Buddha's disciples. On another occasion, a reception for 600, 23 toasts of mutual friendship and admiration were drunk in red and yellow wine-and they were kanpei (bottoms up) toasts. It was all very heady stuff...
...seven different occasions ("I succeeded in not talking"); they condemned him to death and finally shipped him off to Buchenwald. While many of his brother-officers were making their names in North Africa, Italy and the Vosges, Cogny was slaving in German road gangs, his head shaven, his weight down from 200 to 135, his striped camp uniform in tatters. Cogny had to take his glory in bitter fragments: he once managed to slip water into some German V-2 rocket fuel; and on Bastille Day, 1944, he led his skeletal fellow inmates in a full-throated Marseillaise...
...days gone by," recalls clean-shaven Professor Sato, "a [Japanese] professor wore a fine mustache, carried a cane, and commuted directly from the geisha house to the classroom in a jinricksha . . . Now, after 31 years of teaching. I return home with a monthly salary of 36,150 yen [$100]. I give the envelope to my wife . . . Usually, this sort of conversation ensues...