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Where does this leave the average voter? Must he give up the political ghost? Or is there anything he can do to compensate for the defection of his leaders; The fog with which the politicians have hoped to shroud the basic issues is a sorry presumption on the vitality of democracy in the United States. While Secretary Byrnes demands more political democracy in Europe and denounces the elections of Bulgaria and Poland, the state of affairs in his own country plays upon the weaknesses of popular liberalism. Whether Henry Wallace is right or wrong, his recent dispute with Byrnes...
Behind these armored needles lacing up the German shroud, the Allies tidied and mopped up. Regensburg, the Ratisbon where Napoleon won a battle and a wound in the heel; Augsburg, 95 miles from the Brenner Pass; Bremen in the north, Germany's second largest seaport, all fell within the week...
...third day of Field Marshal Gerd von Rundstedt's surprise offensive, fog lay like a folded shroud over the wooded hills and rocky fields of southeastern Belgium. Near Stavelot a large German armored task force of tanks, tank destroyers, self-propelled guns and trucks snaked northward. Its aims: to seize U.S. gasoline and supply dumps just beyond Stavelot, to cut in behind the communications and supply lines of the U.S. First and Ninth Armies. At little Stavelot (pop. 5,000) the Germans would be only 22 miles from Liege, vital U.S. supply point at the end of the line...
Sleet-laden clouds hung like a leaden shroud over all the Kwangsi-Kweichow border area. Rime coated the tents and hutments of Chinese, Americans and Japanese alike. Icicles hung from the wings of Major General Claire L. Chennault's fighter-bombers, standing silent on the runways. For a hundred miles in every direction, columns of refugees and soldiers trudged through the hill paths and over roads broken by battle, their skin cracking with frostbite...
...business, education or politics who has been watched secretly for years before being offered membership in the Bond. He is sworn in at a spine-chilling ceremony. In sepulchral gloom a light plays fitfully on a blood-spattered bier, on which lies a lifelike "corpse" wrapped in a black shroud. Into the "corpse" a dagger has been plunged to the hilt. Letters of blood spell the word Verraad (treachery). A predikant (pastor) intones: "He who betrays the Bond will be destroyed by the Bond. The Bond never forgets." Membership lasts "till death." Broeders recognize one another by secret signs, handclasps...