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...away from his troubles. Last week he took his troubles with him in the persons of two Senators and his No. i relief administrator. South Carolina's James Byrnes and Kentucky's Alben Barkley this week will have to deal with a Senate disposed to gnaw and shred the President's tax bill (see p. 16). Harry Hopkins is trying to keep the President's promise to put 3,500,000 unemployed to work by Nov. 1 and at the same time keep organized labor in line in the matter of less-than-union wages...
...courtyard. Because she has been lonely and restrained, she lets him into her bed after a minor struggle. There the father-in-law catches them, flogs the clerk until his bare back bleeds. For that Katerina feeds the old man mushrooms, seasoned with rat poison. His vitals burn and gnaw. A priest is summoned. "I die like a rat," gurgles the father-in-law. "He ate mushrooms at night," mourns Katerina Izmailova. "He dies like a rat?" bumbles the bibulous old priest. "That could not be so. A rat just dies. A man appears before...
America has gone too far in permitting the activities of Communists and other traitors who gnaw from within. It is high time that these radicals be suppressed. At least the University might do its bit for America by expelling all known radicals including the secretary of the N.S.L...
...skullcap) as a wheedling Frankfort moneybroker. The loss of a few gulden in a messenger robbery sets him yowling like an alley cat. When the tax-collector comes down Jew Street, stingy old Rothschild whisks his money bags into the cellar, gives each of his children a crust to gnaw, pops the roastbeef into a garbage box. and talks the collector into taking a bribe. As shrewd as he is stingy, Mayer Amschel Rothschild gets a good idea on his death bed. He tells his five sons to found banking houses in the five greatest cities in Europe. Nathan Rothschild...
...little cousin, wreaths of weeds in their hair, in a wild dance to the music of a concertina across broad sunny fields. At home the routine is monotonously wretched. His thieving older brother and dull sister, the mother's favorites, get the melon. He is allowed to gnaw the rinds before being sent to feed them to the rabbits. He is abused for answering a question with bread in his mouth, laughed at for being afraid of the dark. The child's torture is made credible by the sly malice with which his unnatural mother administers...