Word: cocking
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...America except to tell us of his experiences as a midshipman or whatever they call it in the American Navy at West Point.* On one occasion I remember his telling us of his greatest feat as a midshipman when he plucked and painted an eagle as a cock and entered it in a cockfighting contest. Of course the eagle demolished the prize birds...
Same day in Munich, home of dark beer and darker Adolf Hitler. German artists were assured that Hitlerism is not opposed to art by Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels, Minister of Propaganda & National Enlightenment. "Since National Socialism looks upon itself as the Art of Politics," crowed Cock Goebbels. "it feels a natural kinship with the other arts and artists...
...doll which she kisses for luck each time she goes on stage trembled in her hands. But the audience saw no signs of uncertainty, no lack of confidence. They saw a Sieglinde who moved about the stage gracefully, so sure of each difficult phrase that she never had to cock an eye on the conductor. They heard a voice so warm and expressive that for once it was easy to believe in Sieglinde's sudden love for Siegmund...
...cars) was comparatively a year for the horse; 1931 (2,472,000 cars) left the motor industry looking rather sheepish; 1932 (1,431,000 cars) made monkeys of those who had high hopes for an automobile comeback. To the Chinese, 1933 was the Year of the Cock, but U. S. motormen would have the right to insist that it was the Year of the Automobile...
...love and its attendant foibles Poet Gogarty's lighter vein is apt: Only the Lion and the Cock, As Galen says, withstand Love's shock. So, Dearest, do not think me rude If I yield now to lassitude, But sympathise with me. I know You would not have me roar, or crow. When he can manage to subdue his wit something simpler and better emerges: I gaze and gaze when I behold The meadows springing green and gold. I gaze until my mind is naught But wonderful and wordless thought! Till, suddenly, surpassing wit, Spontaneous meadows spring...