Word: asked
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...week in the U.S. , that there must be frequent consultations with the Commonwealth Prime Ministers. But, though the Dominions intend otherwise, his tone clearly showed that he was thinking of a Commonwealth centered in London, was uncertain whether he would get it. Said he: "The Mother Country-I must ask leave to use this name-anyhow, I think it is rather dangerous to plunge into a new nomenclature and I am not sure that anything like the Elder Sister Country would be a success. There was the old song. . . . 'A boy's best friend is his mother...
...teaching. We cannot see how the University could become an effective instrument ... of the revolutionary crusade . . . except by some kind of common institutional adherence to a particular analysis of what is wrong with the world . . . and ... a philosophically unified program of academic studies . . . that would serve as means. . . . We [ask you to] assure us that none of these apparent implications [of obligatory unity of thought] form any part of your practical intentions." Hutchins answered that he did not wish and had no power to enforce his aim on the University, but when he and his professors finished their interchange...
...would like to ask you to do her a favor, Mr. President. . . She would be grateful to you for the rest of her life if you could let Charles come home on a furlough for a few days...
...Georgia, little Barbara Montrose wrote to the President: "I am nine years old and I have a little sister, five, and a brother, seven. My little sister will be six years old on Easter Sunday. My daddy has to go to the Navy April 6. I asked him why he couldn't stay until after Easter. He told me I would have to ask President Roosevelt, and so I am asking you. We love...
Little Ben yelled his indignation. Ushers rushed to silence him. Tante Chasha smote them hip & thigh with her umbrella. "He's a bright boy," she roared, "and he's got a right to complain. . . ." "Mrs. Swernofsky," begged the manager, "I am really surprised. ... I must ask you to apologize." Tante Chasha shattered the remains of her umbrella on the manager's head. Then she whisked little Ben away. "Remember what I tell you," she said. "That's the right way to apologize...