Word: cloaks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mile front from Venlo to Belfort, six Allied armies smashed into the tough outposts of Germany. Suddenly shedding its cloak of secrecy, the U.S. Ninth Army showed up on the left flank of the First Army, attacked toward Cologne behind the heaviest rain of bombs and shells the west had ever seen. The Third Army, whose assault on Metz last fortnight had touched off the winter offensive, probed into Germany below Luxembourg...
...Russians, in their lushest cloak-&-dagger manner, who added a touch of comic melodrama to the last days of the campaign. Izvestia, official Soviet Government newspaper, ran an article headlined: THE ELECTION OF ROOSEVELT GUARANTEED. It is said that the core of Dewey's Republican staff had "pro-Fascist, pro-German ties"; and that with campaign "failure imminent . . . Republicans in despair might resort to a big adventure." The "adventure," it said, might well be a fake last-minute assassination plot against Dewey, with the Communists, of course, blamed for it. Thundered Izvestia: "History includes a number of such insolent...
...Manhattan, Broadway first-nighters showed up in dinner jackets and long dresses. Fifth Avenue seethed: Adrian's plaid taffeta with a bustle back was the sensation of Bonwit Teller's fashion show titled "I'm Dressing for my Darling"; Saks offered a beaded wool evening cloak ($139); the Tailored Woman recommended a shower of ostrich plumes on violet crepe. Lord & Taylor bought full-page ads, burbled: "Tonight-fabulous word once more. Now that we're dressing for it . . . once more." In San Francisco, Columnist Lucius Beebe applauded "the prevalence of opera hats and white ties...
...rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. . . . No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around...
...filibustering Southerner who feared that the Senate might actually invoke cloture† and bring the distasteful Marcantonio bill to a vote. He played it straight, without a single giveaway. In his most sonorous tones he pleaded: "Ah ... do not choke us, do not throw around us the cloak of silence. ... We beg of you not to throttle us, not to throttle the truth, not to throttle the right...