Word: spats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...joke. They tried to prove I'm crazy. Once they got working on my wife and they almost had her persuaded to commit me to an institution." Opening the desk drawer in his office in the ramshackle city hall 35 miles west of Chicago, hen-shaped Mayor Egan spat into it, slammed it shut. At 58, blue-eyed, poly-chinned Paul Egan is no joke. The magazine Chicago called him "the worst mayor in the world"-but the electorate of industrial Aurora (pop. 57,000) does not seem to agree...
...thrust up a crude red banner. In German it proclaimed: "Pfui to Communist Bloodhounds." Below was a roughly inked figure dangling from gallows: "Kadar." "How much did you get from the Russians?" roared one young man. "You come here to smile but at home you are killing the people," spat an old woman. "We don't want to see our children's hangmen," yelled another...
...visitors' only prize was a woman whose husband had failed to make good his escape: she wanted to go back to join him, Kadar or no Kadar. While the delegates talked to her, the crowd outside burned the banner with its Kadar effigy, stamped on it, spat on it. The cry rang out: "Menjetek a pokolba" (Go to hell!). Only fast work by their driver saved the Communists on their getaway. Again, screaming refugees leaped on the car and pelted it with mud as it sped off. Two days later, pleading "so few" applicants, the repatriation delegation called...
With his new statement, some felt, Dulles had invited pressure from Americans who, though uninterested in the spat between Dulles and the press, think that a lifting of the ban is a cheap enough way of rescuing ten U.S. citizens from Red imprisonment. Put that way, the trade sounded fine to the New York Post, most vocal of Dulles' critics: "In one single diplomatic coup we would liberate the Americans . . . and open the way for free press coverage of a decisive world area...
...fires still burned in others. There was not a whole pane of glass in the city. Nor was there a single Red star to be seen, or a Soviet monument. Even the boots of the gigantic statue of Stalin had been smashed to bits. The monstrous leonine head, spat on and befilthed, had long since disappeared...