Word: bees
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hidden in a shadowy corner of the Luxembourg Gardens-where children, lovers and park bench sages still hold pre-eminence over visiting statesmen-stands a large, Government-owned bee colony. Its keeper, a white-bearded octogenarian named Ernest Baudu, lectures any stray stroller who will listen on the facts of life, both apiarian and human. "Within each hive all bees are devoted to each other. But when a tired bee drops into a foreign hive," he sighs, "he is immediately asked for his passport. Often, in times of scarcity, a group of bees swoops on a richer hive. War ensues...
Then the hate of white men for their Negro neighbors burst forth in a lynching bee seldom equaled for viciousness in the state. It began at the jail in Monroe (pop. 4,000), only 40 miles east of Atlanta. There Roger Malcolm, 27-year-old Negro farmhand, was in trouble. He had stabbed a white man. He had been locked up for ten days. The white man was still in the hospital...
Over and above the businessman at the "Bee" School, there is a small smart set who, doffing the green eye shade for a few brief hours, wield the quill for relaxation. The result is four pages of chatter and patter, in the entrepreneurial manner, labelled. The Harbus News, Get it-Har....bus? Well, these journalists didn't like the monicker any better than the next Better Business Bureau...
Then to the rendezvous came the queen bee. Dave's Dream's weaponeers, two 26-year-old ensigns, David L. Anderson and Leon D. Smith, had armed the bomb within 20 minutes after takeoff. Soaring at 30,000 feet above the polka-dotted lagoon, Dave's Dream made a dry run into the northeast wind. Bombardier Major Harold H. Wood-known to his crewmates as "Lemon Bar" because of his success at officers'-club slot machines-twirled the knobs on his bombsight, tried to line up the target ship Nevada with the cross hairs...
Arnold Sigurd Kirkeby (rhymes with irk-a-bee), 44, breakfasted early at Manhattan's tony Hampshire House, which he owns. After breakfast he slowly smoked his way through two fat, black Rey Del Mundo cigars. Then he was ready for battle...