Word: bitting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...years ago I waded through the story of his life . . . but the adulation got a bit thick . . . Congratulations to TIME, which has the proper amount of respect for a really great man but also the restraint to keep "hero worship" out of the article...
...status in the U.S. "The white public," he said, "should start toward real understanding by appreciating that every single Negro who is worth his salt is going to resent any kind of slurs and discrimination because of his race and he's going to use every bit of intelligence to stop it ... Negroes were stirred up long before there was a Communist Party, and they'll stay stirred up long after the party has disappeared-unless Jim Crow has disappeared by then as well...
...Right Road for Britain took a stand against nationalization of industry. (The Laborites have also indicated that their nationalizing drive is almost spent.) On social services, however, the Tories go as far as Labor-if not a bit farther. Said the Tory pamphlet: "We regard [the social services] as mainly our own handiwork. We shall endeavor faithfully to maintain the range and scope of these services, and the rates of benefits." The Tories promised increased government spending on farm subsidies, rural housing, roads and forests, pensions to widows, spinsters and the aged, and free drugs to "private patients" who choose...
...gets a crack at light comedy. He does a good job of giving some old gags a new gloss; and masquerading as an immigrant student in one of Schoolmarm Mayo's naturalization classes, he gets off an excellent range of muddled European accents. Brightest piece of invention: a bit of hot-weather Americana, in which the sound track picks up the nasal lovemaking of a Brooklyn couple in the moonlit shadows of Jones Beach...
...shoved into a small room with a half-wrecked stove and a barred window without panes . . . The temperature [was] below freezing . . . Occasionally a bit of bread was thrown in to me . . . Every [few] days . . . NKVD men would burst in at night and carry out a most careful examination of the cell and of my person [including] the long beard which had grown during my imprisonment and which was stiff from pus that had run into it from my frostbitten face. I was kicked and beaten on these occasions...