Word: weekes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last Post. Last week, flying the ensigns of both France and Britain, H.M.S. Implacable put out to sea for the last time. Escorted by the British destroyer Finisterre and the sloop Redpole, and loaded with 150 tons of carefully secured ballast, she was towed out of Portsmouth Harbor, past the moored Victory; 28 miles out, she was cast adrift. Her escorts' colors fluttered to half-mast, a guard of bluejackets aboard the Finisterre presented arms, and the bugler sounded last post. Then, at a signal from Rear Admiral Sir Algernon Willis, a charge of cordite blew the Implacable...
...Last week, on the eve of getting his medal, Simon took cold, a day later died. In a dark wood coffin draped with the Union Jack, he was buried in a pet cemetery at Ilford, Essex. A wooden marker at his head bore the epitaph: "In Honored Memory of Simon...
Private Noel Moncaster, of the Royal Pioneer Corps stationed at Luneburg, had already had a drink or two too many when he spotted a seductive fraulein on a street corner. She invited him to a party and Noel accepted. That was in May 1947. Last week, lighter by 35 Ibs. and a good deal sadder & wiser, Private Moncaster reported back to British regimental headquarters in Berlin, to explain his long absence; the "party" had lasted two years and seven months...
...from prison, on condition that he assume a German name and go to work on a slave-labor project at Leuna, along with a group of German P.W.s. The Russians provided him with phony "German" identity papers, but never bothered to make him take off his British uniform. Last week Noel saw his chance. With the help of a sympathetic German fellow prisoner, he bought a ticket to Berlin, boarded a fast express at Leuna after the Russians had made their routine inspection and rode uninterrupted into Germany's British zone. His superiors accepted his tale and sent...
...were the terrifying slogans of the all-powerful, all-seeing Party in George Orwell's grim, grey totalitarian world of Nineteen-Eighty-Four (TIME, June 20). But the news often brings evidence that Orwell is less a satirist-prophet than a chronicler of the present. In Finland last week, on the tenth anniversary of the country's invasion by Soviet Russia, the Communist Party spoke through Professor Vladimir Kemenov, a visiting. Russian "cultural" delegate. Said Kemenov in Helsinki's Communist Työkansan Sanomat...