Word: commandingly
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...casual glance, Vice President Richard Nixon seemed to be a man enviably in command of his own immediate political situation. He was the unchallenged contender for the Republican presidential nomination, with the blessing of the man he hopes to succeed in the White House. No doubtful primary elections impeded his path of progress toward the Republican National Convention in July; no serious rivals for his party's top honor stood in his way. But last week, twelve weeks before the convention, Dick Nixon's command of the situation was a questionable honor: it left him fighting almost single...
...week also brought the biggest Soviet command shuffle since Khrushchev threw Molotov and Malenkov out of the top leadership three years ago. Handsome, wavy-haired Frol Kozlov, 51, whose flying trip to Washington paved the way for Khrushchev's visit to the U.S. last year, gave up his post as First Deputy Premier to become one of Khrushchev's top party aides. Early last year Khrushchev told Averell Harriman in Moscow that he regarded Kozlov as his successor. But Aleksei Kosygin, 56, named First Deputy Premier last week in Kozlov's place, has since won equal apostolic...
...after working four hours without food, Kou went to stand in line at the cook shack for his twice-a-day bowl of rice. Wong was lying in a heap on the ground, moaning. The section foreman was shouting "Get up!" and punctuating each command with a kick in the belly. Wong tried to rise but could not. On his field telephone, the foreman summoned seven members of Mao's militia-big, well-fed northern men chosen because their ignorance of the Kwangtung dialect isolates them from the peasants they bully...
Execution at 10. With a rifle butt, the militia commander prodded old Wong until he was satisfied that Wong really could not move. Then, on command, one soldier stepped forward, shot Wong through the head. As Kou and the other commune workers watched, the soldiers trussed Wong's wrists and ankles and slung him over a bamboo pole like a freshly slaughtered hog. All of a sudden, the workers began to chant: "We won't work! We won't work! We won't work...
...Riverdale, N.Y. home with her husband, Neurologist Harold G. Wolff, and boards a train for Manhattan. At Grand Central, the doctor and the artist part, he to go north by subway to his office, she to go south to her studio on Union Square. There Isabel Bishop calmly takes command of a world she has made...