Word: frightfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...characters: Nazi Poet Dietrich Eckart and Sturmer Ernst Roehm; another man, at a table apart from them, moody, alone. Eckart speaks: "We must have a fellow at the head who won't wince at the rattle of a machine gun. The rabble must be given a good fright. He mustn't be brainy. . . . I would rather have a stupid, vain jackass who can give the Reds a juicy answer . . . than a dozen learned professors sitting trembling on the wet trouser leg of facts. . . . Oh-and he must be a bachelor. Then we shall get the women. . . ." They study...
...rolled along the streets. >Nobody paid much attention when the Russian Ambassador to Berlin was suddenly jerked home, replaced with a diplomatic greenhorn who had been Premier Molotov's assistant in the Commissariat of Foreign Affairs in Moscow. But in the Balkans there was a tremor of fright like those involuntary shudders people are supposed to make when somebody walks over their future grave. The reason: the ordinary embassy military attachés accompanying the new Ambassador were loudly trumpeted as a "military commission." The fright: more evidence that Joseph Stalin was getting set to work with Germany...
Crouching, howling, blind-running, wall-climbing are symptoms of running fits, or fright disease in dogs. Although fits, unlike rabies (a deadly virus disease), cannot be transmitted from dogs to human beings, the convulsions are so alarmingly violent that more than 100,000 innocent dogs with fits are destroyed every year. Last week in Veterinary Medicine, scholarly Dr. John W. Patton of East Lansing, Mich, published an illuminating report on the cause & cure of fits...
Norwegian elkhounds, even with "fright wig and false fangs" could never be as fiendish as you suggest. And, as for size-you bring the calf-I'll have the elkhounds:-the average dog weighs 55 Ibs., and the average bitch...
...role on the stage. Basil Rathbone acquits himself fully as creditably as John Barrymore, his cinema predecessor. The only serious bit of miscasting in The Hound of the Baskervilles is in the title role. The proper selection, obviously, would have been a calf-sized Norwegian elkhound; equipped with fright wig and false fangs. Instead, Associate Producer Gene Markey, perhaps in the delightful confusion attendant on his recent marriage to Hedy Lamarr, put his O.K. on a friendly old Great Dane named Chief, who, despite all his yelpings, cannot even make his bark seem worse than his bite...