Word: caught
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...When the Nazis finally came to power our little group disintegrated. Some of us got caught; some were sent to concentration camps; one was beheaded, in 1942. A few of us got away. One turned Nazi. I stuck it out for about four months. One day, on the way home, I was stopped by a friend who gave me a toothbrush and a ticket to Vienna, telling me that the Gestapo was in my apartment and just to beat it. The next day I was in Vienna...
...weeks ago in Toledo one of my constituents caught me in a restaurant and held me from 11:30 to 3 o'clock. . . . He had been reading about the days when Calhoun, Clay, Webster, John Quincy Adams, Andrew Jackson and a few others were alive and active. In those days, he said to me, there were statesmen. . . . 'You members,' he said to me, ought to be statesmen. You as good as promised when you ran for office that you would be statesmen...
...face America. Europe never got over it. In the eyes of the frightened, fascinated Old World, one man symbolized this new historic force. The man was Motormaker Henry Ford, who would have traded in Europe for a slightly used Model T. Through watching him, two generations of Europeans caught a glimpse-however distorted-of U.S. capitalism's great adventure. When he died last week (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS), the event showed sharply what had happened to Europe's picture of him and of America...
Babe Ruth, who spent most of the winter in a Manhattan hospital after a neck operation, flew to Florida for two weeks in the sun, played nine holes of golf in 45, and caught a 50-lb. sailfish. He was back in baseball at 52-as "consultant" to the boys' baseball program that Ford Motor Co. runs with the American Legion. Besides his salary (undisclosed), the onetime home-run king gets a shiny new Lincoln...
Quite often, in the general excitement of churned paddles and caught crabs, which punctuates the formal racing season, the one fifties are apt to get the feeling that they are Harvard's forgotten black sheep. They find themselves annually with a minimum of racing shells, the minimum being one, and a racing schedule which even an amateur could engrave on the head of a pin. This year, for example, their competitive season will be limited to three races unless they can make a deal with Tabor Academy, a victory over whom can't possibly add much to the prestige...