Word: faste
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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During the recent Czechoslovak crisis the British people scared worse than any other in Europe, and in the panic atmosphere of London scared U. S. citizens found in Ambassador Joseph P. Kennedy an envoy who flung his dynamic energies without reserve into the job of getting them home as fast as possible. During the panic period Mr. Kennedy was not perhaps quite as close to Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain as U. S. Ambassador to France William Christian Bullitt was to Premier Edouard Daladier, but he unquestionably saw the crisis from the inside. Last week he spoke his mind...
What It Is. Biggest worry of the Progressives is that their program is spreading too fast, too thinly. For genuine Progressive Education is still available only to pupils in expensive private schools or the public schools of swank suburbs. Most bandwagon-jumping schools have swallowed chunks of Progressive methods, little Progressive philosophy. One of the reasons: No two people agree on what Progressive Education...
...Line piers. From the fo'c'sle head whistled two long, light heaving lines attached to ten-inch hawsers. Two men in a rowboat fished the light lines out, rowed them to the Cunard pier. Soon rhythmically functioning stevedore crews had the ship's main hawsers fast. Over board went more heaving lines, back & forth skipped the rowboat, and at 6:44 the Queen Mary was snug in her berth, gang planks in position to land her 1,602 passengers. No skipper had ever docked so large a vessel unaided...
...went to 38-year-old Fred Jacoby Jr. Son of an outboard body builder (Jacoby Flyaway), Driver Jacoby has no peer among the fast-growing fraternity of rough riders who spend their summers bumping around U. S. waterways, kneeling in little, flat-bottomed boats they call flying shingles-with life preservers round their necks and a yapping whine in their ears. Professional Jacoby's total of 25,897 points† (in 20 regattas) this season was 10,000 more than his nearest rival (amateur or professional), and his feat of outscoring all other drivers this year for the third...
...like a Harvard end! Decoyed to the right, cross-blocked when he turned back toward the left, mousetrapped by the Master, he was missing the ball carried consistently and the game was nearly over. These union gals had their eye on the clock and the ice cream was going fast. Vag knew he had to smash up this interference and smash it fast. Suddenly he lashed out: "What do you think, Professor..." But Vag's question was smothered in the scraping of chairs. The head table had risen...