Word: evil
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...thing which we have so often been told "cannot happen here." It can happen here, it has happened here, and it will continue to happen here with increasing frequency and intensity until we poor deluded citizens wake up to the fact that long-continued, self-perpetuating power is evil in its very essence, no matter who wields it, no matter how idealistic their motives, and no matter how world-shattering the war that drugs us into feeling that any one man or any one party is indispensable...
...urged the State Department to give way, accept Villarroel & Co. as worthy Good Neighbors. The Bolivians protest that they have been condemned without hearing, that the U.S. has ignored their many attempts to prove their good will. Say they, quoting the Gospel of St. John: "If I have spoken evil, bear witness of the evil; but if well, why smitest thou...
...annual wage - in principle. But only a trifling number of U.S. companies have been brave enough to try it out in fact. One of the first was Procter & Gamble (Crisco, Ivory Soap), in 1923. Its socially conscious president, the late William Cooper Procter, felt that the "outstanding evil" of the U.S. economic system was its in ability to provide steady employment, decided to guarantee all P. & G. workers 48 weeks of work a year. Working out such a plan was not simple. Although the consumer demand for soap is year-around, wholesalers bought spasmodically and P. & G. production paralleled their...
Problem of Evil. For Herriman's creatures, neither animal nor human, the scratchy, tersely subtle drawing, the hog-Elizabethan talk and supralunar world of Krazy Kat were entirely his own - a new private universe of fantasy, irony, weird characterization, odd beauty. It looks as simple as daylight, this illimitably varied, unchanging little comedy about the noble-souled, loony, amorous Kat who loves to have his bean creased by the brick that malicious Ignatz Mouse loves to throw, while Dogberryish Offisa Pupp, the stolidly distraught embodiment of the Law, tries, and forever fails, to stop the brick. The predicament...
Strictly speaking, this hardly has a right to pose as a religious film. There is no real contest with evil or with suffering, and the good itself loses half its force, because even the worst people in Going My Way are as sugar-coated as Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch. Yet it has, inadvertently, a good deal of genuine religious quality, and is often a beautiful piece of entertainment in spite of its Sunny-Jim story. Leo McCarey's leisured, limpid direction and Steve Seymour's splendid sets are partly responsible for this-the coarse lace half...