Word: tunics
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Encased in a tightly buttoned greenish khaki tunic, Malenkov used the Soviet meeting for a replay of the old Stalin record of peaceful intentions toward the West. "At present," said he, "and in the future, there is no . . . question which cannot be solved by peaceful means. This refers to relations with all states, including . . . the U.S. . . ." The delegates broke into a roar of applause, and the more starry-eyed Western diplomats, on hand for the rigged meeting, began to hear the beat of the wings of Russia's mechanized dove of peace; some of them interpreted Malenkov...
...Trade Unions. There, where Lenin lay in state in 1924, the neatly arrayed remains of Joseph Stalin were placed. In sallow, impassive dignity, Stalin's body lay in the glare of spotlights, the huge grey head resting on a silken pillow, the chest of his simple, military tunic adazzle with medals and ribbons; others glinted on a pillow laid at the foot of his bier. Through the great hall floated the sickish scent of massed flowers, from Peking and all the conquered capitals of Eastern Europe, from Communist Parties all over, from Stalingrad and Stalino and Stalinabad and Stalinogrosk...
...adult life Georgy Malenkov understudied the Master-as secretary, filing clerk, hatchetman and intimate. He aped Stalin's manners, parroted his phrases, affected the same shapeless grey cap and simple soldier's tunic. Like Stalin he proved himself devious, inscrutable and cruel, but where the master had muscle, Malenkov is as pale and pasty as the cream buns he loves. He was almost certainly the son of a Czarist subaltern-an offense against "proletarian biology" which he long tried to expiate by scolding Marxist scholars for their "researches into who is [a man's] grandmother . . ." Too young...
...eyes and a halo of frizzy black hair. The Right Honorable Kwame Nkrumah (pronounced En-kroom-ah), Bachelor of Divinity, Master of Arts, Doctor of Law and Prime Minister of the Gold Coast, waved a white handkerchief to his countrymen as they fought to touch the hem of his tunic. Then, as the band hit the groove, he jigged his broad shoulders in time to the whirling rhythm, and passed on, exalted. "You see," cried a delirious Gold Coaster, grabbing the arm of a wondering white man, "it is real-REAL! Real democracy...
...light blue Plymouth convertible, top down, rolled into the square and was greeted by a spine-tingling roar. Major General Mohammed Naguib, dressed in simple army tunic, snapped an answering salute. Cannons boomed, then over the loudspeakers came Naguib's voice: "In the name of the people, in the name of its pains and sorrows, in the name of its rights to a free and honest life, I proclaim the birth of an organization which will cement our unity." With that, 22 old political parties died and Egypt became, in effect, a single-party dictatorship guided by Naguib...