Word: skirmishings
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...mass will put up a fight, of course, and it will take a little thunder and lighting to scare it away. But when the skies clear after the skirmish, the temperature should drop to the high 70's or low 80's, with the relative humidity a comfortable 30 or 40 per cent...
Senate and House committees began hearings this week on the President's civil rights bill, the first skirmish an arduous legislative battle that most likely will last through the torrid weeks of mid-summer and into the cool of autumn. At this point the future of the bill remains unclear, with the outcome contingent on several variables: the force and intelligence of the President's leadership; the strength of the Southern senators plotting to filibuster the bill to death; the attitude of the important moderate Southerners, both in and out of Congress; and the policies of the ever more militant...
Failure of the Front. For a time last winter, it seemed as if Argentina might find its way out of the Peronista dilemma short of another fight. In September, after a bloody skirmish, a constitutional-minded faction of the military, headed by General Juan Carlos Ongania, 48, a sensible professional soldier, took power and promised to hold elections in June-even let the Peronistas campaign. The puppet government of President José Maria Guido set out to form a "National Front" that would wed Frondizi's old Intransigent Radical Party (with 18% of the popular vote), the Peronistas (more...
...beards were whooping it up at a Greenwich Village Java saloon called The Bitter End and one of the poems recited was Ode to a Champion: Cassius Marcellus Clay. Its author? Who else but Prosodic Pugilist Cassius Marcellus Clay, 20, getting ready for his Madison Square Garden skirmish this week with Heavyweight Doug Jones. Quoth Cassius: "The word's been passed around that I'm a very charming guy./ the greatest fighter that ever lived,/ and I'll gladly tell you why . . ." Of course if he turned out to be wrong, Cassius could just call himself...
...third day of rebellion, 50 partisans bring up a German fieldpiece, and in a savagely spectacular skirmish prang two enemy tanks. The German commandant takes a hard look at his position. He holds the city, but he might as well be holding a nest of vipers. The Allies are advancing, and he obviously cannot fight them and the Neapolitans too. Humbly he requests the victorious vulgarians to grant him a truce; ingloriously the Wehrmacht scuttles out of town...