Word: vladimir
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Next day, in the courtroom of Prague's Pankrac prison, sentence was pronounced. Moscow-trained Rudolf Slansky, onetime secretary general of the Czechoslovak Communist Party was condemned to death by hanging. So was Vladimir Clementis, onetime Foreign Minister, who left the safety of the U.N. to return home, and was double-crossed when he got there. Nine others would also be hanged on some lonely dawn. Three of the accused were let off with life imprisonment on the ground that they had been forced to take orders from higher-ups. Said Prague's official Communist organ, Rude Pravo...
...Died. Vladimir Nikolaevich Ipatieff, 85, Russia's chief of chemical research during World War I, who developed a polymerization process for making high-octane gasoline; in Chicago...
Less than two years ago, Slansky purged one of Gottwald's close friends and loyal followers, Foreign Minister Vladimir Clementis. Last week Clementis sat on the wooden benches with Slansky-a codefendant. Less than two years ago, Slansky engineered the spy trial of the American A.P. Correspondent William Oatis (who had been trying to find out what happened to Clementis) in the same courtroom of Pankrac prison. The same judges, prosecutor and "defense attorney" who served in the Oatis case last week confronted Rudolf Slansky. So it goes in the Communist inferno...
...Happy. Most of Slansky's co-defendants were members of his faction, appointed by him to various jobs in the government or party. But not Vladimir Clementis, a deadly enemy. In 1949, Clementis was representing his country at the U.N. in New York when he heard the first rumblings from home that Slansky had the knife out. On U.S. soil, Clementis felt safe. But President Gottwald sent Clementis' wife to New York to reassure him that he could safely come home. Clementis returned to Prague, and then found that Gottwald could not or would not shield...
Museum of Modern Art, still another kind of composition for tape recorder was unwound: Low Speed, Invention and Fantasy in Space by Otto Luening and Sonic Contours by Vladimir Ussachevsky. Out of the loudspeaker came the sound of a flute-but a flute that could growl like a bassoon, or thunder like the trump of doom, as well as chirp like a bird-and the sound of a piano that seemed to accompany itself with organ tones. Haunting both instruments was a maze of echoes and pulsing overtones...