Word: stillness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Osaka's sleek, well-run subways, sweating crowds pour downtown during the early morning commuting hours. Many of the men wear shorts and Frank Buck-style pith helmets; Osaka's prostitutes are almost the only women who still wear the traditional Japanese kimonos; girl office workers do the best they can in makeshift "new look" dresses...
...almost 25,000 workers here. In five minutes, nothing was left. No factory in Japan was so beautifully bombed." The Aichi plant, which was 95% destroyed, is being sold for scrap metal to anyone that will carry it away. Youngish Toshio Takahashi, the plant manager, says softly: "It still seems like a dream to see all this. I suppose we should tear it down quickly, but that would cost too much money...
...morning last week, Prime Minister Louis St. Laurent, still smoking his after-breakfast cigarette, stepped briskly out of his apartment house on Ottawa's Elgin Street and walked toward his office on Parliament Hill. To a woman passer-by who smiled at him St. Laurent doffed his Panama. A grinning, unshaven drunk gave him a grandiose wave, got a nod in return. At a busy intersection, a policeman directing traffic kept him waiting at the curb while two streetcars rumbled by. In the five-block walk, only half a dozen Canadians saluted their handsome, 67-year-old Prime Minister...
...seminary, Louis is still remembered for his philosophical discussions with his professor-priests and his probing questions in Latin. He also spoke fluent English, taught him by his Irish-Canadian mother (Mary Ann Broderick St. Laurent) and his bilingual father. After St. Laurent became Prime Minister, a newsman asked an old schoolmate, the Rev. Canon Dolor Biron of Sherbrooke, for incidents of St. Laurent's college days. Said the canon: "Mr. St. Laurent is a man who does not have incidents...
...house and the law, failed to master the automobile. Time & again he smacked the family car into the gateposts. At the wheel, he sat up so ramrod-straight that the children often giggled. Thereupon he would stop the car and refuse to go on until the laughing stopped. He still does not drive a car; when he wants to ride in Ottawa, he calls a taxi...