Word: crime
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Colossal Intangible. Actually, the U.N. is condemned by its origins to being no better than its members make it. Blaming the U.N. for Soviet intransigence or the danger of atomic war is like blaming the law courts for crime or the medical profession for death. The U.N. is not a super state: if it had been, the U.S., as well as the other big powers, certainly would have turned it down. Nor is it a world federation: no fewer than 21 nations, including half the countries of Europe, are missing from the line...
There was nothing wrong, said the Hearst lawyers, with Pegler's writing that "Reynolds went nuding along the public road [with] a wench." After all, "perfectly honorable people are nudists, and . . . nudism [is] not a crime." Pegler's charge that Reynolds proposed marriage to Heywood Broun's widow in the car on the way to Broun's grave was not libelous either, said the lawyers, since even the Mosaic Code imposes "upon a brother the duty of proposing to his dead brother's widow." As for Pegler's charge that Reynolds had "a yellow...
...favor of the right it was intended to secure..." Warren upheld Emspak's refusal to testify about certain associates, all previously charged with Communist affiliations, on the grounds that his answers might "have furnished a link in the chain of evidence needed to prosecute him for a Federal crime." Similar ruling were made in the cases of Thomas Quinn, another UEW official, and Phillip Bart, general manager of the Daily Worker...
...approached him and he heard my step, he jumped up, ready to fire. But then he calmed down and smiled at me, and before he left, he put a coin in the alms box. He went out of the church looking around suspiciously, as though he had committed a crime...
Author Kramer thinks of Hero Velten as a culpable intellectual whose crime is to "take the line of least resistance." Poor Velten is really rather commonplace, but in him Kramer has fashioned a figure of unheroic reality, the moral goldbrick constantly leaning against war's back door. We Shall March Again reaches a telling climax as the spokes fall out of the German war machine. Fuzzy-cheeked youngsters try to hold positions that crack divisions could not defend, commanders cannot reach the Führer because he is dillydallying at his own birthday party. But these vivid vignettes cannot...