Word: virginal
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...command of secret leaders. Around Mexico City they could rally 30,000 illiterate "soldiers" at a few hours's notice. There would be a big parade, then speakers would mount a platform in the plaza and call for cheers - cheers for Christ the King, cheers for the Virgin of Guadalupe. When the speaker shouted: "Who robs Mexico of its oil?" the crowd would answer: "The U.S." "Who takes the products of Mexico's mines?" "The U.S." "Who keeps Mexico poor?" "The U.S." For a long time the semi-fascist, ultra-nationalist Sinarquistas had spent most of their energies...
...evening of March 27, 1944, a strange and moving scene took place in a park at St. Thomas, in the Virgin Islands. Crowds of natives, "shaking and kissing my hands, some kneeling and weeping," gathered to say goodbye to Government Secretary Robert Morss Lovett.* Officially he had resigned. His boss, Interior Secretary Harold L. Ickes, had not wanted to fire him. But the Dies Committee had charged him with subversiveness and Communist sympathies. Lovett's real crime was old-fashioned liberalism. It made no real difference that the U.S. Court of Claims later called his dismissal "a shocking...
...others, "nature's rich, black topsoil" has almost mystical value; once lost, it can never be restored. The fact is, explains Dr. Kellogg, that many virgin soils, especially in the forested eastern U.S., were not productive originally; they had to be nursed to fertility. Some highly productive soils never had a dark upper layer...
...lined with the first of the season's 250,000 tourists, mostly from the U.S. Off the frowning, forbidding, 2,000-foot cliff of Cape Eternity, the ships will slow down. Their jazz orchestras will grind out Ave Maria and searchlights will play on a statue of the Virgin placed high on Cape Trinity by an habitant grateful for his recovery after a fall through the Saguenay's ice. Then the whistles will sound, while passengers marvel at the long-drawn echoes between Capes Trinity and Eternity-what Christopher Morley called "Yowling a klaxon at Eternity...
Most of the ships go to Bagotville. A few passengers will see the sturdy French-Canadian workmen on the docks of Port Alfred, sweating in the sun, Virgin's medals on their hairy chests. A few will get to the end of the deep water and to Chicoutimi, now a cathedral city of 30,000, with cinemas, an airline office, soda counters and neon signs. But few will get more than a glimpse of the twinkling lights of Arvida, seven miles away...