Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Ursula's book Next Time We Live it was that simple. But the author's real-life current hero was also charged with helping run a reefer flat in Manhattan where marijuana cigarets were smoked by soldiers & sailors. This sort of thing might enchant the shade of Baudelaire, but it is vexing to narcotics squads...
...scooted for Dennett's office, there watched a truck being loaded with mailbags. He followed while some of the bags were delivered to the America First Committee headquarters, others to the offices of isolationist Republican Congressman "Ham" Fish. When he phoned Fish's office and got a flat denial that any of the mailbags were there, Stokes wangled his way into Fish's locker room, found the bags...
...Fuehrer's greasier agents. Fifth-columnist Slezak and bride tour Europe on a sort of official honeymoon, with newshawk Cary watchfully in tow. In no time at all countries begin to fall, and with them the plausibility of the film. What had been witty dialogue now falls flat, what started out to be a whirlwind plot is slowed by refugees and the agonies of captive peoples. Director McCarey makes no attempt to eliminate the more sordid elements from the story, and the resulting hodge-podge swings from laughter to laments with unnerving rapidity...
...work. Bombs had dropped, in a first-class string, right down the main street. Japanese machine guns were still firing at us. Basye banked steeply so that every gun in our flight could be trained on the machine-gun batteries, and then we let them have it. A flat, scarlet sheet of flame poured down from every turret, every gun of our planes. I could feel our ship rattling, re-echoing the clatter of the guns. Down below...
...didn't hear him till 1907, in Symphony Hall, Boston, when Rosenthal, of the stocky, powerful figure, eagle-beaked, massive-jawed, with black mane and Kaiser mustache, played the Liszt E-flat concerto, and Karl Muck leered over him on the conductor's stand, snapping the chords from the orchestra as a Mephistopheles would crack a whip over his minions, and the two played into each other's hands with a deviltry beyond words. Hah! The intrepidity, the dash, the saber and spur of it, the wild exhilaration, the reckless mastery of the whole business...