Word: townes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...grinned proudly when he closed his remarks by fondly saying goodbye to "those old stiffs who marched with me yesterday and who marched with me all over France." The old stiffs marched wearily outside to their buses, rolled back to their hotels, picked up their bags, and joggled across town to Union Station. The heroes of 30 years ago climbed aboard the train for Kansas City. In no time at all, comfortable snores filled the four Pullmans...
Naousa is an important textile town, 90 miles west of Salonika, whose prewar population of 12,000 had been more than doubled by refugees. Last week TIME Correspondent Robert Low, going into Naousa with a government relief column, found the people-those who remained-numbly picking their way through' rubble and wreckage, as though dazed by some cataclysm of nature. There had been a cataclysm, but it was manmade. The Communist guerrillas had taught the townspeople, as they had taught many other Greeks elsewhere, not to be friendly with the Athens government, and especially not with Americans...
Down from the Mountains. Last fortnight Naousa was gay and proud. The town's civic center, decked with Greek and U.S. flags, was renamed Truman Square. General James A. Van Fleet was on hand for the ceremonies. The town's young mayor, Nikolas Theophilou, thanked him for U.S. aid; the general praised Naousa's garrison for bravery against the enemy...
...through the streets to Truman Square, backed up against a white marble monument. Said a rebel capitanos: "You've had a lot of experience lately making speeches to your American friends. Why not make one for us?" Theophilou straightened and started to answer: "I am mayor of this town and-" A spatter of bullets from rebel Tommy guns cut him off. For three days his body stayed there, propped against the bloodstained marble. Thus the lesson began...
...general got up, crossed the lobby to the cigar stand, bought four of his favorite cigars. As he turned from the stand, he brushed against one Jesús Arias, police chief from the tiny Michoacán town of Vista Hermosa, who was a little the worse for tequila. General Alva's dark green felt hat fell to the floor...