Word: bulling
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Meanwhile Fleet Street editors scoffed at the cock & bull yarn some reporters had telephoned in. They said they had talked to an Irishman who said he had talked to a woman who said her little boy had been rescued from drowning in the duck pond of St. James's Park by a tall man in top hat and impeccable morning clothes who looked exactly like the Chancellor of the Exchequer. This Irish yarn seemed all the more unlikely because several men were said to have been standing nearby when the child fell in, while the top-hatted rescuer...
...candid opinion of most male members of the new Cabinet its three females seemed last week bores, if not frumps; but these Radical Socialist and Socialist males continued strong for "The Red Marquise" and her potent friend, Minister of Defense Edouard Daladier, called "The Bull." Although almost as painful a subject as the new Minister of National Education's song about the flag, the new Minister of Defense's hospitable Marquise Rouge was last week a key to understanding the new Cabinet. Its political supporters, 381 Radical Socialists, Socialists and Communists, are not such austere champions...
...Henri-Martin still sometimes welcomes the old nobility, the distinguished diplomats and the arrived artists for whom it was built by Marie Louise, but today ministers of the first definitely Socialist Cabinet France has ever had are her star guests. Always the place of honor is occupied by "The Bull," heavy-jowled Edouard Daladier, Minister of Defense. Not long ago M. Daladier wrested control of the Radical Socialist Party from paunchy old Edouard Herriot, also a frequent guest of the Marquise de Crussol, and the possibility of a Left coup d' état is never mentioned without mentioning...
...until after Mme Daladier's death did the faithful Bull and Marie Louise become such intimates that today she speaks of her husband thus: "He is a young gentleman farmer. He looks after his properties and is adored by the peasants for his simplicity. He is a great sportsman. I have a holy horror of sport. As for the French bourgeoisie-to which I myself belong-I do not like them. My nostrils have breathed heavily the winds of the great spaces. I abhor everything which might be niggardly. The bourgeoisie are too egotistical. They cannot understand that...
Jose Antonio Primo de Rivera seemed stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a roar like a wounded bull. He took his cap and flung it straight over the head of the presiding judge at the figure of Justice on the wall, tore off his gown and stamped on it. "Bastards!" he screamed, "Bastards! Up Spain! There is no more justice in this country...