Word: walls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Nagoya (pop. 1,300,000) was plunged into darkness, water rose in the streets, and the collapse of an apartment building pinned 84 in the wreckage. Eighteen miles south at Handa (pop. 68,000), gale winds and high seas crashed a 1,000-ton ship against the sea wall, and the raging ocean burst through, sweeping away 250 homes. In central Japan, rain-choked streams surged over their banks, and 85 bodies were taken from the raging Nagara River alone. Japanese railroads, cut in 120 places, virtually ceased to run. With more than 6,000 dead, injured, and missing...
...this week's celebration of the tenth anniversary of the Communist takeover in China. On the broad avenues of the capital, thousands of workers, wearing white kerchiefs on their heads, marched and countermarched in rehearsal for the big parade. All along the parade route, every bit of bare wall was decorated with portraits of Red China's leaders-Mao Tse-tung, Liu Shao-chi and Chou Enlai, in that order-and posters proclaiming that life is getting better and better in the people's paradise...
...million sq. ft. of new floor space-more than 14 times that of all the office buildings put up in Manhattan since the war. In a three-day cleanup campaign, 1,000,000 Peking residents claim to have collected refuse, dirt and mud sufficient to build a wall "three feet wide and 21 feet high, running 1,200 miles from Peking to Canton." And in an outburst of planned gaiety, the commissars had promised a brief bounty of meat, clothing, and children's toys, including space rockets that trail sparks...
...experiments seem unspectacular. One lab is studying the behavior of solid fuels that will burn at the low pressure that rockets encounter at the outer fringes of the atmosphere. A huddle of men in blue smocks stare at a mirror next to a thick window set in a concrete wall. Reflected in the mirror is a 2-ft. object like an outsized bug bomb. For a few noisy seconds, a blue flame spurts out of the bomb, then turns to a wavering trail of smoke. "It chuffed," says one of the men glumly. "That's all for this...
...muttered Mortimer as he stripped his friendly Pollack copies from the wall. "Back to the old, old way of life," he remarked dully, bringing his pipe, polished loafers and Tchaikowsky collection to the fore. "The only way to preserve one's private identity today is to be a cold." Mort sucked on his pipe for solace...