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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Germans noted that the Führer repeated exactly the "historic phrases" he hurled against Poland on Sept. 1, the day the German Army began talking to the Poles with bombs and bullets. The talk about a long war was tempered by the announcement that unexplained "favorable developments in the food situation" made it possible to increase somewhat the tiny food rations on which the Fatherland subsists (TIME, Oct. 9). Germans were promised that during December, "in honor of the holiday season," they will each be able to buy an extra pound of meat, three-quarters of a pound...
Since war broke out, Aristide Briand's dream has walked again. When the first Allied shot was fired, many thoughtful Britons began worrying less about what war would be like than about what possible peace could follow it. Many a Briton did not expect young men going to the front to refrain from asking: What are we fighting for? Can we have something better this time than another Versailles and another...
...what irked correspondents most was not censorship: it was the dark fog of secrecy in which the Government carried on its war. When war began, Canada set up a Bureau of Information to handle official news, then suddenly abandoned it, let each Government department appoint its own press officers. Prime Minister Mackenzie King, who had never liked press conferences anyhow (he once complained: "My every word is seized upon!"), promptly abolished them...
Gypsy Smith began evangelizing New York last month in The Bronx, delivered 13 sermons in rich, old Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, moved uptown again last fortnight. He winds up his engagement this week in no less august a fane than the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, with Bishop William Thomas Manning presiding. To his audiences, Gypsy Smith's black eyes have seemed as keen as ever, his voice mellow, his frame limber. (Only last year he married for the second time: a 26-year-old to whom he had long been "my hero.") Never a ranter, Gypsy Smith...
...second round found King Ludwig still on his feet, shaking a sword while badgered by a corpse-faced woman with huge plaster breasts. Then they began to bring in the crutches. But not for Ludwig. While other mimes and ballerinas were hung and propped, while even the desiccated swan on the backdrop drooped under the caresses of a clambering nymph in white winter underwear, Ludwig stood it out. But as the music trailed off into the Pilgrim's Chorus, Ludwig sank to earth, plaintively opening a black umbrella...