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...President Roosevelt said, if every schoolchild knew it, if the shooting had started, why could not such a vote be taken? Somewhere between the hard common-sense drama of General Wood and the idealistic quandary of President Roosevelt, most U.S. emotion and attention was centered. General Wood's blunt words did not leave enough room for U.S. reactions to such Nazi blows as the killing of hostages, the speed and power of the Nazi conquests. The solemn words of President Roosevelt did not take in enough of the practical, blundering world of Congressmen, isolationists, and people who look with...
...anti-tank battalion, will soon get an anti-aircraft battalion, and a third regiment of infantry. Its weapon strength has been multiplied beyond the fondest dreams of any gun crank. It has 3,997 machine guns (including 1,460 Tommy-guns). It has 284 cannon, ranging from blunt-snouted 155s and 105s for the artillery to slim 75s for anti-tank work. And it rides in an assortment of 2,900-odd vehicles...
short-wave newscasters go in the direction of "counter propaganda." NBC's staff of 65 smart writers, producers and linguists has been working for democracy long enough to feel with fervor that the blunt American truth is the best antidote to Goebbelsian innuendo. Of the latter, they know through their correspondence (e.g. 1,170 European, 4,524 South American, 4,908 Central American letters so far this year) their listeners are sick & tired...
...like most airplanes on the ground, looked terrible. Tailless as a Manx cat, it squatted on a three-wheeled undercarriage. Its wing tips (span 38 feet) drooped forlornly. Two pusher propellers poked out of its rump like something an insane designer had tacked on as an afterthought. From its blunt beak thrust a long rod carrying the head of its airspeed indicator. It looked like a ruptured, weather-racked duck, too fatigued to tuck in its wings...
Curtis Thomas, though not even a typical Harvard man, has turned in a fine job on his long short story, "Duration." His writing suffers a little from overly blunt sarcasm, but he conveys to his readers a sharp and biting picture of American upper-class attitudes towards the war, as seen through the eyes of an English child refugee, Although his idea of British morale may be partly a product of wishful thinking, the contrast he brings out between the British who fight without hating, and the Americans who hate without fighting is a powerful...