Word: ah
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mohamed AH Jinnah (whose Moslem League is boycotting the new government) was less ambiguous. Said he suggestively: "The Russians have more than a spectator's interest. . . . They are not very far from India...
...chant of "Bedding for the squatters-bedding for the squatters-" rose, reached a frightening crescendo and fell again. From the squatters, whose morale still held, came the answering chant, "We'll stick it-we'll stick it." A poorly dressed woman wiped her eyes, smiled and said: "Ah, bless 'em, poor devils, I reckon they deserve medals for this." On the outskirts of the crowd a middleaged, middle-class man stood watching. "Poor devils," he said. "Pity they can't see how they're being used by the Reds...
...didn't you leave a single one unpolled, so that in your largeness of heart you could have made clear the partiality of your judgment? Think how different the impression if you had given the statistics: Glazier, 225 students: polled, 224--dull. Then I could always have said, "Ah, but if they had inquired of Heartbalm, the result would have been different...
Back in pioneer Oregon of 1856-ah, those were the days!-life was chock-full of excitement: barroom brawling, gunplay, gold prospecting, gambling, whizzing tommyhawks and flaming arrows, sudden romance and sudden death. Canyon Passage has all this and more-plus better-than-average dialogue and competent players (Dana Andrews, Susan Hayward, Brian Donlevy, Britain's Patricia Roc). Gnome-faced Hoagy Carmichael wanders lazily through the busy plot, picking his mandolin and singing four catchy, near-frontier ballads that he composed for the occasion. Technicolor works pure magic with the ires, the fist fights, trie Redmen, the pretty girls...
Viacheslav Molotov got a nice friendly pat on his pudgy face. Said Rosane Taillefere, a beauteous blonde secretary at the recent Paris Conference of Foreign Ministers: "Mr. Bevin was too stout . . . Mr. Byrnes . . . seemed just a small man . . . but Mr. Molotov-ah! He had such lovely blue eyes...