Word: island
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...aqueducts crept out like thirsty tubular feelers to the watersheds of Long Island and the Catskills. It built 18 big dams, stored water in 30 lakes and reservoirs, laid 5,200 miles of mains and pipes to feed the city's hidden lacework of metal capillaries. But World War II, which halted work on a new aqueduct, boosted the city's ever-rising population alarmingly. Last summer's grass-crisping drought did the rest...
...Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek called a cabinet session. Decisions: 1) resistance to the Communists on the mainland would go underground; 2) headquarters for some 600,000 Nationalist irregulars would be established in the rugged Tibetan border province of Sikang; 3) the Nationalist capital would move to Taipei on the island redoubt of Formosa...
...Greatest Threat. Chiang would try to fight on from Formosa, though the U.S. and British governments had written off the strategic island. Actually, Formosa (the size of Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island combined, pop. 7,200,000) could be a strong redoubt; it is one of Asia's most prosperous areas, carefully developed by the Japanese in half a century of colonial rule. Its paddy fields can grow three rice crops a year. It has large sugar and tea plantations, banana groves,, camphor forests. Its Jap-built industry includes sugar mills, waterworks, hydroelectric stations, an aluminum plant...
...Formosa, the Nationalists at last held a good defensive position. Chiang had an estimated 300,000 troops on the island, small air and naval forces to garrison and guard it, and the Communists lacked an air force and navy to help them hurdle the moat that surrounds the island. But Chiang could not count on the loyalty of Formosa's people, disgusted by Nationalist carpetbaggers who rushed to Formosa after the war's end. Probably the greatest threat facing the Nationalists on Formosa was Red fifth-column tactics within the island stronghold...
...island of Sardinia, black-capped, white-trousered unemployed farm laborers moved onto the rocky hills which had been untouched by the plow for generations. Near Cerveteri, along the rolling hills of Via Aurelia, on a plot of 124 meager acres which had produced nothing but blackberries for years, the land-hungry were fiercely hacking away weeds and shrubs; one old man, behind a pair of snow-white oxen, turned a fresh furrow in the fallow earth to stake his claim...