Word: bring
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with my many servants, who have never come out frankly on the side they supported so well in fact and action. In some cases, they themselves knew not of my mastership. But millions followed them, thinking, to bring peace through war, temperance through legislation, employment through high wages, morality through censorship, and Americanism through oaths, for teachers. In spite of all the kow-towing, buttering, and boot-licking to abhorrent ends, the balance weighed overwhelmingly with Evil, and that, though not all to a perfectionist, mattered most...
...bring you what no other could ever have brought you: an entente which will be approved by 90% of the German nation, the nine-tenths who follow me. I pray you note this: There are in the life of peoples decisive occasions. France can today, if it wishes, put an end forever to the 'German Peril' which your children from generation to generation have learned to fear. You can remove this formidable mortgage which weighs on the history of France. This chance is now given to you. If you don't seize it, think of your responsibilities...
...These lines are loved and memorized by many Japanese. The improvement of such conditions of want and misery may have lurked in the minds of these radicals. They must have thought that by overthrowing the present Cabinet they would be helping to bring forth a Cabinet genuinely patriotic and free from selfish interests...
...week after a son was born to her in Manhattan's Mount Morris Park Hospital two years ago, Mrs. Albert L. Lyman lay in the maternity ward, her husband sitting by her bed. Idly the Lymans, good Roman Catholics both, watched a man in a skullcap bring in a baby on a pillow, deposit it on the adjoining bed of Mrs. Shirley Lippman. "Mazzal Tov! Good luck!" beamed the man, rubbing his hands. "It was a fine b'rith!" Mr. Lyman took a second look at the infant on Mrs. Lippman's bed, exclaimed: "Why, that...
...Women bring a quality to writing that men would have to go to the moon to find. At their worst, they are poor imitations of he-hacks; at their best they are in a class by themselves. Among English women writers, Rebecca West (Cecily Fairfield Andrews) has ranked creditably. As a journalist of parts, she has written criticism and comment that was some-times brilliant, always flashy; often sensible but always dogmatic. Her third novel, Harriet Hume, was a clever tour de force whose artificiality distracted attention from its able workmanship. Last week she published a book that swept...