Word: frail
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...among the democracies fear and mistrust Soviet Russia. They dread the inroads of an economic order that would be destructive of their own. Such fear is weakness. Russia is neither going to eat us nor seduce us. That is ... unless our democratic institutions and our free economy become so frail through abuse and failure in practice as to make us soft and vulnerable. The best answer to Communism is a living, vibrant, fearless democracy-economic, social, and political. All we need to do is to stand up and perform according to our professed ideals. Then those ideals will be safe...
...India last week scarcely mentioned the Marquess of Linlithgow, Viceroy of India, personal friend and unrelenting political enemy of Mohandas K. Gandhi. But it was Lord Linlithgow, tall, stern symbol of British policy, unbending in his scarlet-carpeted marble palace, who had stood his ground and defeated Mohandas Gandhi, frail symbol of India's ceaseless struggle for her independence...
Between Gandhi's will and that of the Viceroy the final clash had come. Like a Greek tragedy the action moved inexorably toward the climax. A frail little bag of bones had decided he would drink only fruit juice for three weeks, and the whole British Empire quivered. A world that uses and more than half believes in force watched the struggle with divided sympathies and a strange sense of shame...
Daredeviltry and Research. Eddie Allen, 47, looked like no Hollywood conception of a test pilot. He was modest to the point of shyness. Frail as a column of smoke, he never weighed more than 135. The few straggly strands of hair on top of his bald pate made him look like a tweedy cupid. His nose was fused into his face when he spun to earth more than 20 years ago in young Fred Harvey's white Curtiss Jenny, but many years later a plastic surgeon built him a creditable nose...
Just before the curtain rose on last week's performance of Tannhäuser at Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera, a wheel chair was carefully pushed up to the wings. From it, with great gentleness, a husky stagehand and a medieval huntsman lifted the frail body of a bravely smiling diva, deposited her tenderly on the cushions of a shell-backed fairy-tale divan. Amid a crowd of pirouetting nymphs and satyrs the reclining diva, her blond hair sparkling with stage diamonds, was slowly wheeled on the stage...