Word: stones
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Damascus last week, two Chevrolet pickup trucks and two black sedans pulled up before a plaster and stone bungalow. Arab soldiers piled in bedrolls, crates, map rolls. Then a redhaired, blue-eyed man, who looked more German than Arab,* climbed into one of the sedans. The convoy filed out of Damascus, swung southward into Palestine. The Teutonic-looking man borrowed a phrase from General Douglas Mac Arthur. Said he: "I have returned." Ahead of Fawzi Bey Kawukji had come some 10,000 Arab volunteers. About one thousand more are entering each week. The Arab "rescue" of Palestine had begun...
...rest of the boat seems in no danger of being undermanned. Commencement robbed the Crimson of Captain Bob Stone and Stu Clark as well as Cunningham, and cox Al Petite. This leaves--reading from bow to stern--Mike Scully, Dick Emmet, Gale, Frank Strong, and Captain Paul Knaplund. There are gaps at the Two, four, stroke, and cox slots. The latter is not problem, for Jayvee taskmaster Sam King is due for promotion...
...Friends." In the grey stone embassy, light from the blazing chandeliers gleamed on serried ranks of vodka bottles. There were endless toasts -for the glorious Red Army and its beloved leader, Comrade Stalin; for generals, colonels, majors, captains and so on. One guest reported later: "After the toast for the captains the party lost dignity." Thorez chummily first-named the ambassador: "We are all friends, aren't we, Alex, and brothers...
...Physicist J. D. Bernal said he was "one of the greatest . . . geniuses of his time." What made Pyke so extraordinary was his consistent belief that a human being could reason his way through any problem. That belief rammed Geoffrey Pyke's bald head into-and sometimes through-one stone wall after another...
...imperious nose resembling a mountain bird's beak, Don Francesco majestically strides along under an immense faded green umbrella; its edges are much frayed by rubbing against the grey stone walls that lean over the narrow, cobbled streets. Shepherds, wrapped in lambskins, and black-shawled women bow low to let the priest's umbrella sweep over them as he sails by. "God be with you, Don Francesco," say the men. "God preserve you and us," say the women...