Word: wreathes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...course of his official duties. Are the citizens impatient with Reneé Pleven's 16-day effort to form a government? Never fear. M. Pleven has finally named his Cabinet this morning, and the National Assembly has been convoked to pass upon it. Calmly, Coty lays a wreath on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, below the chiseled names of battles won long...
Guards stood watch every 50 yards along his road to the city, and lined up two deep the second day as he laid a wreath on the Soviet war memorial. Also on hand, though unannounced in any list of the Soviet delegation, was Colonel General Ivan Serov, the Soviet secret police boss who was returning to the scene of his crime. It was he who had treacherously arrested General Pal Maleter, hero of the 1956 Budapest rising, as Maleter parleyed with Red army officers...
...four days that followed, Harold Macmillan-who plans to visit five Commonwealth nations in as many weeks-donned festal garlands, shucked off his shoes before placing a wreath on Mahatma Gandhi's shrine, ceremonially visited the spot from which British forces launched their final assault on Old Delhi during the Indian Mutiny of 1857. But the bulk of Macmillan's time was taken up in political discussion. In repeated talks with Nehru, he got an earful of Indian ideas on the necessity for nuclear disarmament and the desirability of a new summit meeting. At a banquet in Macmillan...
...Kishi's latest junket was Australia. Kishi, forewarned that anti-Japanese feeling is still strong, was nervous and uneasy. His hosts surrounded him with armed bodyguards. "Sacrilege," cried an official of the Returned Servicemen's League at an announcement that the Japanese Premier would lay a wreath at Australia's national war memorial, the Stone of Remembrance, in Canberra. But the league's president rejoined sternly: "We welcome the wreath laying as a respectful salute...
With a heroine as unlikely and unlovely as Medusa, Novelist Taylor (A Wreath of Roses-TIME, March 21, 1949) has magically managed to write a brilliant and extremely funny book. At the end of a long life, the pride and pretense that made Angel unbearable in success make her magnificent in failure. Her outrageous behavior is somehow transmuted into tenderness. Ill and dying, she has a moment of believing that she is a child again, back in her mother's tiny grocery shop near the brewery, with factory sirens about to shred the morning air, and all of life...