Word: cheers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Decibel Test. Listening to the loudest comment, observers might conclude that EDC hasn't a prayer. But the decibel level is not a fair test. Those who are for EDC are for it in a quiet resigned way: in a land so recently occupied, people do not cheer for German rearmament, but only acknowledge its necessity. A hunt for alternatives is on among those EDC opponents who accept a controlled German rearmament if only it could be achieved without any controls on France. Some might vote for EDC if the supranational clauses would not immediately be put into effect...
...delegations gathered up their thickets of papers, Western ministers could go home with a professional sense of achievement that they had scored more than they had been scored upon. But the net of Berlin was a clearer-eyed view of a chasm, and who could raise a cheer over that...
...group of belted Aryans in one corner of the dingy auditorium raised their voices manfully in an English version of the Horst Wessel song, but their efforts were drowned in an even more enthusiastic cheer from another quarter: "Two-four-six-eight! Who do we appreciate? Mosley! Mosley! Mosley! Heil! Heil! Heil!" Thus, in an atmosphere boisterous with shouts, clicking heels and Nazi stiff-armed salutes, Britain's Sir Oswald Mosley returned last week to London from three years of self-imposed exile in Ireland for another try at peddling Naziism to his countrymen...
Then came the letter from Paris. After his last bow to the farewell audience in Valladolid last week, Escudero put on his black cape and walked out of the theater, into one of the coldest nights Valladolid recalls. There, awaiting him, stood a shivering crowd, anxious to cheer him once more. Youngsters called for his autograph. A woman's voice rose above the rest. "Vicente!" she cried. "Our flowers are frozen, but we offer you our hearts." Vicente Escudero's face lit up with happiness. "It's like old times," he said. "I had forgotten. Thank...
...Saturday, there were fewer than 100. Crimson men. But in the hostile northland, during a tight game (final score was 6-4 for Harvard) men who did not, and soon would not, recognize each other on the streets of Cambridge became back-thumping buddies, trying gamely to out cheer the Green...