Word: calme
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Major Arthur L. Fletcher, a North Carolina National Guardsman, has the job of Wage & Hour enforcement. He looks like Author Clarence Budington Kelland's country-store keeper, Scattergood Baines, has a round, pink face, a vast capacity for calm, an equally vast distaste for employers who pay starvation wages. Of the hundreds of letters received by him up to last week, 104 were specific enough to be classed as complaints. Of these, 14 have been referred to the 24 field inspectors (one per State) already assigned to the field. As a Southerner who administered North Carolina's industrial...
Biggest achievement of Man's Hope is not in its characterizations but in the graphic intensity of isolated scenes. A bomber emerging into calm moonlight after blowing up the gasworks at Talavera de la Reina; a fire fighter in Madrid atop his ladder, turning his fire hose in a last, hopeless, defiant gesture against an airplane machine-gunning him; Asturian dinamiteros, "the last body of men who can face the machine on equal terms," crawling forward to meet advancing tanks outside Toledo; the crew of a wrecked bomber carried out of the mountains by peasants, the long, winding, anguished...
...novelists is to be trusted, Paris is austere compared with the provinces. In books like Guilloux's Bitter Victory, Romains' The Proud and the Meek, the small cities of the Republic seethe with vice, scandal, adultery, perversion that are all the more conspicuous because of the peaceful calm of the surrounding countryside. In Residential Quarter, Louis Aragon, continuing the panoramic novel he began last year in The Bells of Basel, gives the most lurid picture of provincial passion thus...
...initiation although it has been definitely ascertained that he is not a candidate for the "funny" magazine, stood around the outskirts of the group shortly after he had been subjected to a drop-kick which he admitted "lifted me right off my feet." While he attempted to calm his ruffled feelings, two exceedingly ominous looking gentlemen, attired in sweatshirts, their swarthy jowls covered with a wiry bristle, silently converged on him. For a moment the three stood watching the milling students and Storm Troopers with a jaundiced eye. Finally the one in the larger sweatshirt leaned over to the Councilman...
...script. His most exciting ad lib was the first broadcast ever made of war-from a bullet-ridden haystack between Spanish Leftist and Rightist lines, with cannon fire for sound effects. Not scared by war, he was not to be scared by a war scare. His comments throughout were calm, hopeful, accurate...