Word: doped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Uncle Gyko "was getting all his dope free from the theosophy-philosophy-astrology-and-miscellaneous shelf at the Public Library." He profoundly mistrusted Aram's mentor, Lionel Strongfort. But Strongfort and Yoga together only got Aram a bad last place in the 50-yard dash. So Gyko became again "one of the boys around town, drinking, staying up all hours, and following the women...
...incredible stupidity and conservatism of Great Britain's Imperial General Staff very nearly lost World War II before it ever began. So says Captain B. H. Liddell Hart, military theorist whose misinterpreted belief in the virtue of defensive fighting has put him under a cloud, but whose military dope is still among the best in Britain. Last week a new Liddell Hart book*; reached the U. S., and one of its chapters, called "Wasted Brains," exposes that stupidity in all its lurid details...
...Boyle's police department arrayed themselves before Martin's store on Florida Street, two more went to the poolroom and restaurant of Negro Republican Elmer Atkinson on Beale Avenue. Anyone who tried to enter either place was frisked. Holy Joe declared that they were looking for dope. Negroes who protested were arrested, fined. Hundreds were searched and at least one hundred were run in for carrying knives with blades longer than the six-inch maximum allowed by law. Twenty colored kindergartners were lined up, pawed over by the Crump cops. Frisked in front of Atkinson...
...Uncensored is an isolationist weekly newsletter of which Quincy Howe is a sponsor; he classes it among propaganda letters that "peddle dope to addicts."Advises Radio Commentator Howe: "If you don't like radio commentators, pass them up. You will not be missing much...
...Wintringham is no Sandhurst diehard, but his dope on warfare is from the inside. At 18 he joined the Royal Flying Corps and served in France as air gunner, dispatch rider, machine-gunner. At 38 he went to Spain to cover the civil war as a Leftist newspaperman. He had the face of a public-school don, but his heart was made of soldiering stuff. In spare time he boned up on automatic weapons, began instructing International brigadiers how to use them, wound up as commander of the British battalion. He was cool as a glass of iced manzanilla...