Word: earth
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Allies win the war, it won't necessarily mean a new heaven on earth; but if Hitler wins, it will mean a new hell. We must resist. We must throw aside the pitiful hypocrisy of our neutrality," Lewis Mumford said yesterday...
Having thus taken Congress to task for talking about the wrong things, the Senator damned some other topics as irrelevant: "In my view, the talk about the President or any other personage dragging the country into war is the sheerest drivel. The only person on earth who may drag this nation into war is Hitler. . . . His pledged word is not worth a thrip.* He is a fervent believer in the immoral Machiavellian doctrine of the end justifying the means, however vile the end may be. He has repeatedly lied as to his purposes since the deplorable Munich conference...
...first encyclical of his reign, he grieved that "our advice, if heard with respect, was not, however, followed." Summi Pontificatus accepted War II as an inevitable finish fight, although its author pledged himself to try to "hasten the day when the dove of peace may find on this earth, submerged in a deluge of discord, somewhere to alight...
...miles away from NBC-RCA's Empire State Building transmitter, W2XBS, which has a normal "eyeline" range of 50 miles. Over Washington the ship started to climb. At 21,600 feet, with the passengers sucking oxygen and the windows curtained with frost, it nosed high enough over the earth's curvature so that it was on a theoretical eyeline with W2XBS. Suddenly on the mirror-screen of the receiver appeared the image of Herluf Provensen, NBC announcer. He introduced RCA President David Sarnoff, United Air Lines President William Allan Patterson. As they chatted, a photographer aboard the plane...
...expert attentiveness to exactitudes of speech, gesture, action, he writes of violence (a negress cutting a white man's throat), horror (a father incapable of restraining his vomit over the 19-day corpse of his son), brutality (a man's foot pinning a fighting woman to the earth by her pregnant belly), without any slackening into the merely melodramatic. He achieves all this in a dulled, plainfeatured, transparent prose. Lightwood has the unimpeachable honesty, goodness, flatness, of a mouthful of cold, excellent corn bread...