Word: tanganyika
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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NUTS; THE GREAT FIASCO, cried a rude Daily Mail banner headline. It referred to the Labor government's grandiose, three-year-old project of planting a vast acreage of groundnuts (peanuts) in the bush wastes of Tanganyika, East Africa. The nuts were supposed to yield margarine and add extra calories to Britain's meager diet. Last week, Labor bigwigs were reading the first summary of the project's progress by the Overseas Food Corp., which the government created to run the groundnut scheme. It was a most embarrassing report...
Above Lake Tanganyika's blue waters the Bahutu or Wahutu (singular Muhutu) were minding their own business 300 years ago when the Batutsi or Watusi (singular: Mututsi) wandered in, probably from Abyssinia. The Batutsi announced that hereafter they would run the twin kingdoms of Ruanda-Urundi, and look after the Bahutu. Because the Batutsi brought with them wondrous long-horned cattle and because they were seven feet tall, the Bahutu did not argue the point...
When Editor R. M. Barrington-Ward left on a voyage last winter, Deputy Editor Casey moved into the magnificently shabby Editors Room at Printing House Square. When Barrington-Ward died in Tanganyika, nobody expected Casey to succeed him. Fleet Street rumors pointed to the Economist's brilliant Editor Geoffrey Crowther or the Times's Senior Assistant Editor Donald Tyerman (whom Tories consider too far left); Colonel the Hon. John Jacob Astor, who owns a controlling interest in the Times, couldn't get Crowther so didn't try, and needed Tyerman where he was. He decided...
Died. Robert M'Gowan Barrington-Ward, 56, editor of the great, grey London Times; after long illness; at Dar es Salaam, Tanganyika, East Africa. Lean, quiet Barrington-Ward became editor in paper-starved 1941, nevertheless helped restore to "The Thunderer" (which had subsided to a quiet echo of government policy) the old, forthright attitude that made it "free enough to cause some mutterings on the extreme Right and even some delighted flutterings on the Left...
Three weeks ago Pieter was on his way to Tanganyika on a dowsing expedition. En route he stopped at a hotel in Salisbury, the capital of Southern Rhodesia. Pieter wanted a shower. But peer as he would, Pieter could see no moonbeams glinting from the plumbing in his hotel bathroom. Salisbury was in the midst of an acute water shortage. Pieter called his manager. The manager called the mayor, who just then was sitting, racking his brains over the water crisis, in a tub containing two meager inches of water. When Pieter's manager offered to help, the mayor...