Word: talling
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tall, gaunt man strode south down the rough road from the mountain city of Querétaro last week at the head of a five-mile-long column of men. Mile on mile he moved across rugged hills, over the naked brown mountains. He walked past ancient churches and haciendas, through villages with pre-Christian names-Tepoztlán, Tlalnepantla, Cuautitlán. As he drew near Mexico City he passed modern factories-Azteca Cement, Nash Motors, La Consolidida Steel-whose chimneys ribbed the blue of Mexico...
...lobbies, where rumors flickered through the delegates like wind in tall grass, the word had been that Indiana's Charlie Halleck was the choice. But if Halleck had been promised anything, it had been only a hunting license. In Room 808, the license was promptly torn up. Neither Arthur Vandenberg nor Dulles could accept Halleck's isolationist record as House Majority Leader. Other politicians looked in. Ohio's Governor Thomas Herbert came to plead the case of Senator John Bricker. New Jersey's Senator H. Alexander Smith (backed by Driscoll) urged the cause of Harold Stassen...
...knew where he stood, they conceded that Tom Dewey would not be too bad. Moscow, of course, stuck with damaging loyalty to Henry Wallace and denounced Dewey as a "prophet of imperialism." Le Parisien announced the governor's victory thus: "Tom Dewey is only one meter 56 centimeters tall, but his voice is the most radiophonic...
Lobster on Niki Street. The CBS story had all the drama and color of an Eric Ambler mystery. Tall, blond George Polk, whose pull-no-punches broadcasts had angered the Greek government,† had been trying to reach the hideout headquarters of Leftist General Markos to get the guerrilla side of the story. His "contact man" was apparently an Athens flower vendor, who visited Polk daily for ten days before his death-but in the treacherous climate of Athens, Polk had no way of making sure whether he was dealing with Right or Left...
Seconds before the crash, the DC-6 roared 100 feet over the floor of a narrow valley near Mt. Carmel. It was heading into a coal mine's tall breaker building. Then it veered-and the next instant there was no more plane. It rammed a 66,000-volt transformer and disintegrated in a flash of flame. It was 1948's worst airline disaster, and the fourth worst in U.S. domestic airline history...