Word: friend
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Generalissimo Winter. "Even Hitler didn't get crowds like this," I heard a grey little man in shirtsleeves murmur to his friend. Indeed, it was a crowd worthy of this highest German superlative. The 300,000 blanketed the whole rubble-strewn area before the Reichstag, choked every path through the Tiergarten, stood in neat, tight ranks between rows of planted cabbages in the little garden plots. A hot sun beat on the crowd; the air was heavy with sweat and whirls of dust from the sandy earth and the odor of cheap tobacco. A seven-year-old girl whimpered...
Soon Ana broke away from her family. She would go out with friends in the evening or sneak off to the theater. Old Zvi objected at first, then gave up. At 17, she met a young Socialist lawyer named Steinberg and fell in love with him. He gave her Socialist tracts and took her to May Day celebrations in the forest near Bucharest. After four years, they quarreled. Steinberg married Ana's friend Mitzi. (He has since died and Mitzi has gone to Tel Aviv. She said last week that she still keeps letters from Ana, which speak tenderly...
...problem-and Ana's-was how to bind Rumania to Moscow by means more subtle and less costly than the Red army. Complicating factors were the anti-Communist and anti-Russian feelings, of the Rumanian people. One day in 1945 Ana Pauker's great & good friend Vishinsky flew to Bucharest. He insisted that Pietru Groza be made Premier...
Last week, introducing his friend to Star readers, Broadway Pressagent Richard Maney wrote: "Lardner will introduce at least one revolutionary note into dramatic criticism. He'll back his opinions with cash. Do you think that Boston has more people than Baltimore . . . that Bill Terry never hit .400? If you do it will cost you money to talk to Lardner. It's neither ballast nor diaries which bulge his jerkin. They're loose-leaf ledgers tabulating his daily speculations...
...False & Unfriendly." When the Mondays' house was invaded by Gulley Jimson, a ne'er-do-well painter, Sara's troubles came to a head. A family friend, whose conclusions were "false, and what was worse, unfriendly," tattled to Matt, and domestic peace was destroyed. Matt wasted away and Sara ran off with Gulley. Sara was happy, for Gulley "was the most of a man I ever knew." And even after he ran off with another woman and destitute Sara became a cook for eccentric old Mr. Wilcher, she was willing to steal for Gulley when he turned...