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Word: deeps (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pact to keep the peace of Europe began to stir fatefully last week in diplomacy's deep womb...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Fathers & Godfather | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

...hung a tale, unrevealed until last week, of how a handsome apology enabled great concord to grow out of the furious spat in Geneva last May between glacial, correct British Foreign Secretary Sir John Simon and humorous, mercurial French Foreign Minister Louis Barthou. Knowing nothing of Sir John's deep sorrow at his childless second marriage,* M. Barthou lapsed accidentally into offering a deadly insult to Sir John. The issue was a plan not devised by the Briton but to which he had given approval. "It seems, Sir John," flashed M. Barthou, "that you are a better godfather than...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Fathers & Godfather | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

Felicitating the new Commissar of Interior, Pravda exclaimed: "Long has the Ogpu worn a halo formed of the deep love of tens of millions of workers and peasants both in our Soviet land and abroad." This halo, Pravda felt sure, will long remain the radiant nimbus of the Commissariat of Interior...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RUSSIA: New Spots, Old Skin | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

...last week Benito Mussolini hustled down the steps of his Villa Tor-Ionia in Rome, popped into his Alfa-Romeo and scorched southward deep into the malarial marshes of the Pontine. A motorcade of 200 cars pursued him bearing officials and newshawks most of whom wrote that night "Today I rode with Mussolini." Suddenly Il Duce's car slit) screaming to a halt at a blue plaster farmhouse known in the new Fascist reclamation project at Sabaudia as Podere (Farm ) No. 685. The black-shirted peasant homesteader on No. 685 who had won the Dictator's notice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ITALY: No. 1 Thresher | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

...that was long ago and Tesla has lingered on into a twilight of semiobscurity. His hotel room is now his only laboratory, his brain his only tool. When callers importune him he takes a bath or goes to bed. When he talks about his work his deep-set blue eyes burn with an icy fire. He walks prodigious distances through the city streets. His most valued friends are the New York Public Library's somnolent pigeons. A life-long bachelor, Dr. Tesla is tall, spare, erect, parchment-skinned, beak-nosed. The mustache he once wore is gone...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Tesla's Ray | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

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