Word: beneath
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Through the cold, wet darkness, the people hurried homeward silently, drawing threadbare coats tightly around hunched shoulders. Policemen paced beneath feeble street lights, stamping their feet. A sharp wind whispered through shattered walls and broken towers, bringing shivers to everyone in Nürnberg. This was a night which had been longed for by millions in death cells, in all of Europe's fearful prisons and pens. But now, in the piercing wind, victors and vanquished alike felt the chilling doubts that invariably attend man's deliberate killing in the name of justice...
...than to efficiency. The platforms were eight feet apart, stood eight feet above the ground, measured eight feet square. From each platform rose two heavy beams, supporting a heavy crosspiece with a hook for the rope in the middle. An inconspicuous lever served to open the traps. The space beneath the traps was hidden by curtains. 1:11 a.m. Two white-helmeted guards led Joachim von Ribbentrop from his cell down the corridor and across the courtyard. He walked as in a trance, his eyes half closed. The wind ruffled his sparse grey hair. Overhead, the same wind whipped clouds...
...Biscay, the 90-year-old ex-hero of Verdun is still as crusty as ever. In rugged health he spends his days pondering in justice in a large, whitewashed cell furnished with a metal army cot, a dresser, a wooden chair, a kerosene lamp and two clothes presses. Beneath his one barred window is a small round hole which the Marshal is convinced is a peephole. Last month Pétain's jailer added a wicker lounge chair to the meager furnishings, but the prisoner refuses to sit in it. "It's furniture for old people," he snorts...
...editorial page of the Harvard Lampoon, set in small type beneath a masthead of multi-initialled cognomina, is the turgid legend: "No matter in this magazine to be reprinted without permission of publishers." Under this code, reproduction of the following is positively prohibited...
...were before you got here--you're Dartmouth freshmen, kin to the worm, now, and will be treated as such. Consider what's coming an honor, an undergraduate equivalent of matriculation, a sign of acceptance into the Dartmouth community. If you still think it's kid stuff, far, far beneath your mature dignity, remember this: Dartmouth was run that way before you were thought of, will be run that way after you're dead. If you don't like it, what the hell are you here...