Word: tripoli
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...execute the new policy, the Twelfth Fleet got a new boss: Richard Lansing Conolly, upped from vice admiral to admiral. Stocky, straight-shooting "Close-in" Conolly knew the shores of Tripoli and Italy from wartime command of amphibious forces. From 1946 administrative duty in Washington and current service at the Paris peace conference, he was fully rigged to sail as a seagoing diplomat...
...snag being that each man would secretly have preferred the other's wife. So the thwarted, disgruntled husbands join the U.S. Navy (it is the first decade of the 19th Century). They spend most of the book and their own manhood outsmarting piratical Beys and Deys in Tripoli, fleeing over the Nubian desert disguised as Moors, tossing scoundrels to the Deep...
With a load of nitrate, the Ada Rehan turned into the Atlantic, circled around blindly for a while until Captain Harold B. Ellis discovered which sailor was carrying the magnet around in his pocket and throwing the compass off. Just outside of Tripoli they steamed through a floating minefield under the impression that it was a gathering of turtles. Captain Ellis went ashore with a nervous breakdown, refused to come back...
...down. They had discovered that no one treaty or situation can be settled by itself, because Russia sees the peace problem as a whole. Thus Russia might eventually desert Tito on Trieste if she can get what she wants in Iran, while her demand for a sole trusteeship of Tripoli may be a bargainer for complete freedom of the Dardanelles. Meanwhile the Russian delegates can only parrot well-known Moscow claims in well-worn formulas. Unless the deadlock is soon., broken from above, the Big Four's draft treaties for Europe will not be ready in time...
...assigned its Washington Bureau Chief Paul Miller, who played the story solemnly: "The Globester took off for Tripoli at 12:30 a.m." Funnyman Fred Othman was only slightly funny for the U.P.: "Hand me down my white burnoose, light the incense and call the dancing girls." I.N.S. sent Inez Robb, Hearst's glib, grey go-girl, who had to admit there wasn't much to write about: "We are well on the way to establishing the alltime record of circumnavigating the globe without seeing anything...