Word: anxious
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...defense workers taking notes on how many city dwellers could be housed in Britain's farms and country estates. The Government will pay $2.50 a week for board and room for each child. Some owners of the stately homes of England have lately intimated that they were not anxious to have slum children on their properties. A national advisory association for taxpayers has urged its members: "Think of the dangers-dirt, disease, theft, vandalism, immorality and strife!" But Minister of Health Walter E. Elliot last week announced that Britain's countryfolk had already offered keep and shelter...
During last year's bloody purge of "Trotskyists, Fascists, counterrevolutionaries, spies and wreckers," many innocent victims were framed by stool pigeons, police agents and prosecutors anxious to build up their reputations for zeal and vigilance. Communist Russia, unlike Nazi Germany, washes much of its dirty linen in public and last week characteristically made public the weirdest abuses of the purge...
...Senate, Alben Barkley and John Nance Garner, last week continued to shush debate on U. S. foreign policy. When they began doing it two weeks ago G. O. P. Leader McNary winked, congratulated "Dear Alben" upon his adroitly prolonged adjournments, tipped off the fact that Republicans were no more anxious than Garner Democrats to step out against International Defense...
...France and Britain this condition seemed not only a reasonable but a necessary one. The French Government is anxious to get the 380,000 Spanish refugees now in France back into Spain. Moreover, wholesale executions and arrests following a surrender arranged by the French and British Governments might be embarrassing to Mr. Chamberlain and M. Daladier at home...
Shortly after one o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Shreck heard her 36-year-old husband's voice on 3,105 kilocycles, where many a pilot's anxious wife listens while he is aloft. He was on instruments at 15,000 feet, bogging down with a heavy load of ice, blown far east of Spokane by a terrific wind. The rest was silence. Last week, Pilot Shreck, still bundled in his water-soaked flying suit, stumbled into a farmhouse 50 miles east of Spokane. He had crashed on a 5,000-foot wooded ridge, had walked, crawled...