Word: warsaw
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...fortnight ago devout peasants, bourgeois, knelt for 100 miles on both low banks of the river between Warsaw and Rostkow, Poland. On a vessel proceeding slowly up the stream to the Catholic convention at Warsaw were two golden shrines encased in oaken caskets about which 200 priests busied themselves in continuous devotion. One shrine contained many bones of Stanislas Kostka, patron saint of Poland's youth. The other shrine housed his remaining bones which were presented to the Catholic Church at Zakroczyn, where the saint's uncle was a onetime governor...
...bleached relics were paraded through the drizzly streets of Warsaw, 200,000 church dignitaries, Catholic societies, humble worshipers led by Cardinal Alexander Kakowski walked through the streets gleaming in the garish flicker of flambeaux and lanterns. Finally the precious saintly casket was taken to the vieux carré of the city and placed in the Jesuit Church, from which the next day it was removed after the convention opening, and whisked back by automobile, to Rostkow, the saint's birthplace...
Dictator-Marshal Pilsudski left Warsaw a fortnight ago, ostensibly to "take the cure" at a sanatorium for nervous diseases in Druskieniki on the Lithuanian frontier. Rumors spread that the Marshal's notoriously irresolute brain was tottering. Then his personal jingoist news organ Armed Poland flaunted a demand that Poland seize from Germany the territories of Ermeland, Stettin, Oppeln and Breslau, "because the Treaty of Versailles has done Poland an injustice by not granting her the ancient Polish frontier of 1772." Straightway it was rumored that Pilsudski, super-melodramatist, had feigned illness that he might secretly view the terrain...
...second cased the pistols. Without shaking hands, the principals resumed their cloaks, got into their motors, drove back along the grey road to Warsaw...
...change appeared in the handsome, slightly mocking visage of the Count, but the gentlemen who watched him bring his lean weapon slowly into position knew that they were about to witness a tragedy. Count Skrzynski did not know how to miss; he was one of the deadliest shots in Warsaw. "One . . ." said the umpire, telling off the first of the five seconds which the Polish code allows a duelist in which to return his opponent's fire. "Two. . . ." With an almost unbearable suspense the aides saw the Count take aim. The General had refused to shake his hand...