Word: whitely
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...window. The courtyard below was filled with other soldiers drilling in the hot sun. To throw the grenade out would kill a dozen men. Gritting his teeth. Lieutenant Jovice held on with both hands, keeping the bomb between his body and the wall. The fifth second passed, then a white flash, a crashing explosion. Lieutenant Jovice slumped to the floor, his right arm torn off at the shoulder. No one else was injured...
...Stalin, most secretive of dictators, was believed ready to keep the peace on the basis outlined in China's memorandum, but demanded that all Soviet citizens imprisoned or detained in China be instantly released. Atrocity stories reaching Moscow told of 40 Red Comrades chained and beaten by Chinese and White Russians at Pogranichnaya, Manchuria. Fired by these tales, thousands of proletarians mass-met at Leningrad and voted a manifesto: "The Leningrad workers insist that the Soviet Government take decisive steps against the haughty Chinese and the White Guard bands. . . . The workers declare that the Russian peace policy does not mean...
...Black-shirted soldiers halted the crowds, inspected pockets, handbags. By 4 p. m. the immense elliptical plaza before St. Peter's was packed with 200,000 expectant, perspiring people. At the far end loomed the pillared portico of Christendom's mightiest church, draped with languid purple streamers, yellow and white papal flags, banners of Italy...
Behind them came the Pope Who Left the Vatican, Pius XI. He was riding?a minute figure almost immersed in a white mantle. Bareheaded because of the heat, he gazed fixedly at the Host. Around him strode a jeweled assemblage. Above him waved a velvet canopy of scarlet and gold which dispersed thick spirals of incense rising from argent censers. Behind him swayed two giant ostrich fans. As the podium was borne through the colonnade, the mass of heads turned, the air quivered with the clangor of bells, the shouts were hoarse and deafening: "Viva il Papa! Viva il Papa...
...book is affectionately or gratefully dedicated." Author Coates lives in Manhattan's Chelsea at the end of a disconnected telephone-wire, and it is in Chelsea that his story begins. There one Charles Dograr, "a rare and sensitive soul" meets "one night at 5 a. m." a remarkably white-browed, long-handed old gentleman clad in a pair of long green silk stockings. Old Picrolas reveals that he is an eater of darkness. He controls a ray invention, by which he can not only see through distant men's brains but pulverize them as well. Hospitably, Picrolas offers...