Word: brownness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When he went back to the White House, Vaughan still seemed slightly in need of a little laundering himself. But the committee had failed dismally in its efforts to roast him up brown; the fires of its wrath had done little more than make him break into an occasional sweat...
...conservative-liberal philosophy which could support certain federal grants for social welfare, but opposed any further spread of federal power or of the welfare state. On these issues the G.O.P. had a case to make, and in the Senate Ohio's Taft made it. His fellow Ohioan, Clarence Brown, called him "Mr. Republican." To Big Labor and the Truman Democrats he was both a leading Republican and an uncompromising obstacle in their paths: they were determined to knock...
...cruised about, unable to find the U.S. legation. At length, greeted by the squealing of several hundred well-voiced pigs at a nearby fair, Minister Mesta settled in her official residence. Even before arranging twelve photographs of her great & good friend Harry Truman, she received the press in her brown & ivory salon. "My President," she said, "thinks you are very, very, terribly important. You may be small, but we have a saying in my country that precious pearls come in small packages...
This was the land that brown-skinned young Carlos Morelos grew up in, and where he learned about the simple duties man owes to man, of Chan, the Nacheetls' God of the Universe, and of Jesucristo Salvador too. But when he left his village and moved to the capital, Carlos ran up against a lot of other matters, and almost all at once. There were such puzzling things as the political democracy of John Locke, the Marxian dialectic and the news (slightly belated) of the atomic bomb. Author North seems to think that it could happen that way almost...
...handful of papers, spouting orders, and trailing hovering assistants like gulls behind a tug. In moments of repose, behind a blond curved desk that was once Edsel Ford's, Dubinsky squirms with one leg curled beneath him in the traditional tailor's pose, while his snapping brown eyes watch his visitor steadily-calm, curious, appraising. He plucks papers from the litter on his desk with a triumphant instinct that would have done credit to W.C. Fields...