Word: chinks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Franklin D. Roosevelt last week pulled a fast one, had the farm bloc sweating and cursing-and right where he wanted it. Just when they thought they had plugged every chink in the farm-price structure, F.D.R. blandly found a hole as big as a barn door...
Franklin Roosevelt, who occasionally talks through his hat but more often pulls rabbits out of it, last week pulled out a rabbit and threw him into the brier patch of Civilian Defense. The fierce-looking rabbit: hawk-faced, hawk-eyed James McCauley ("Chink") Landis, Dean of Harvard Law School. A precocious Princetonian and one of the keenest legal eaglets ever to swoop from Harvard Law School, Dean Landis was an early Brain Truster, as SEC chairman presided over a whipped Wall Street...
...only sound near the top of 10,000-ft. Mount Alagi one morning last week was the chink of a chisel on stone-two workmen were carving a name into a crude headstone. Most of the graves were marked only by rough wooden crosses, hacked from ammunition boxes; beside each cross was a half-buried wine bottle, with the deceased's identification papers crammed in. The workmen, glad to be alive, chipped somberly among the graves of men who had done their brave best...
Least edifying sight of Washington's muggy summer of 1940 was the skedaddling, ten-thumbed carpentry of Congress in slapping together the Excess Profits Tax (TIME, Oct. 14)-a jerry-built construction job which everyone knew would show many a chink, leak and missing windowpane when the March 15 wind started blowing. Working too fast, Congress wound up with a 50-page tax bill which not even the experts understood. The Congressmen themselves were reduced to giggling over it like schoolboys unable to hide any longer the fact that they did not know their lesson...
...letters are eloquent and solemn, might have been written 50 years ago. He loves to write of ancient monuments, of white-haired workmen pondering on Britain's mighty past. For spice he tells such genteel stories as the one about the airraid warden. (Warden: "There's a chink showing from your window upstairs." Young lady: "That's not a Chink, it's the Japanese Ambassador.") Of Britain's present Cabinet he wrote in last week's letter: "We [the Conservatives] are literally a party with only two men left. .' . . Churchill is one, Beaverbrook...