Word: dears
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...they are brimming with ideas on how to run the Government. In Korea, Major John Eisenhower, the general's son, eagerly waited for the election results, said: "Well, I'm damned. Every now & then something clicks -and evidently this one did." Then he sent a cable home: DEAR FOLKS, MY HEARTFELT CONGRATULATIONS. MY THOUGHTS WERE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME. JOHNNY...
This week France's Communists were all set to welcome back "notre cher Maurice" as the Communist propaganda calls him. Out of the Warsaw plane stepped his wife Jeannette, but not our dear Maurice. Explained Communist L'Humanite: police may be waiting to arrest him if he returns. Although the government recently threatened to lift parliamentary immunity from Communist deputies, a more plausible explanation for Thorez' continued absence, apart from health, is the Kremlin's latest policy (as evidenced in the purging of Party Militants Marty and Tillon) of playing down open Communist activities in France...
...knew who wrote for The Communist. Articles were signed simply "by Max" or "by John". Letters, also unsigned, were addressed "Dear Comrade." Besides purveying the party line on national and world events, the Communist took active interest in the underdog at the University. It first drew attention to the plight of the commuters, who at the time are their lunches in a crowded, dirty room in Phillips Brooks House. In an exhaustive appraisal of every course and every instructor in the English department, the magazine concluded the staff's main trouble was that it didn't criticize "class literature...
...drawn to England by the particular genius it represented, of which "the facets and fragments . . . sparkled everywhere, on every level." Its common base was "love of life . . . vivid intelligence and gusto"; its expressions ranged from sublime poetry to low ribaldry. Aiken heard it in the dialogue between two dear old English ladies watching lambs at play...
...Dear Mr. Lindsay...