Word: hell
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...London expected 100,000 air-bombing casualties per week. Some 250 big suburban busses were transformed into ambulances. Hospitals ringed the city, first-aid stations honeycombed it. But these preparations were only for a London that was to be relatively empty 48 hours after hell should erupt. Evacuation plans for all nonessential workers, for mothers & children, old people, invalids, were set and published. Beauty parlors were crammed with women seeking one last hairdo before fleeing to safety or reporting for emergency jobs...
First. A President didn't get that way through being "unpolitical." Herbert Hoover's Addresses Upon the American Road, 1933-1938, is crowded with proof that an ex-President never stops campaigning for the good old party-and to hell with the country...
...building . . . maybe even going so far as to visit his project. ... In the afternoon he may bring in a book and read awhile until he is ready to stretch out on the bench and take a nap. . . . 'My only comment,' he said, 'would be to hell with whoever woke...
...mighty man of God was the Reverend Samuel Moody.* From 1698 until his death in 1747, his warnings of hell fire kept the fireless meeting house at York Village, Maine, warm on even the coldest Sundays. Generous to a fault, he once gave away his wife's only pair of shoes. Sturdy, he declined a salary, lived on "faith in his Divine Master" supplemented by the voluntary gifts of his flock. Paternal, he was called Father Moody, an appellation rare among Congregationalists. Intolerant as his era, he took along an ax when at 70 he sailed as chaplain...
...Civil War's outbreak, leaving Tucson to be overrun by Mexican raiders and Apache scalping parties. But beauteous, powerful, 20-year-old Phoebe had Vision. "Right where ye stand," she told a dubious group of fellow Tucsonians, "right where this filthy, crumblin', ornery corner of hell is reelin' 'n' roarin' 'n' robbin' 'n' killin', there'll be a city-and wimmin 'n' homes 'n' streets 'n' churches...