Word: hells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...have an enduring system of national defense instead of a "feast & famine" military program. While he was Secretary of State in 1947, Marshall recalled, the country had only one and a third infantry divisions, yet people were urging him to "pour it on the Soviets and give them hell." What the country needed, he said, was a system "that will not collapse at every change of the wind and temperature, a system that will keep us prepared . . ." What he did not say, though it was also true, was that such a system, in part at least, was the business...
...admirer: "We each have a phone beside our beds. When he can't sleep, or I can't, one calls the other. We ring once and hang up-that's the signal. If the other's awake, he calls back and says, 'What the hell are you doing...
...horses invading ladies' bed-curtains and grim, grand-scale illustrations of Greek and Norse myths. To suggest the painter's impact on his time, Grigson quotes two of Fuseli's contemporaries. "His look is lightning, his word is thunder, his jest death and his vengeance hell," wrote one. "His neighborhood is unbearable." The other, a fellow artist, called him "a monster in design; his women are all strumpets, and his men all banditti, with the action of galvanized frogs [but] no man had the power like Fuseli of arousing the dormant spirit of youth...
...this chops up a drama in which the author is torn between a wife who loves him madly and a mistress who loves him more. Playwright Crabtree has not only given himself a whale of a part, but has depicted himself as one hell of a guy. The only snag is that he comes through as almost nothing of a writer. Nor is his technique of winking one eye while wiping a tear from the other, of crossing soap-opera passion with backstage pranks, more than rarely a help. He has merely opened Pandora's box in Mother Hubbard...
...final cast. Some of the entries were in sorry shape, suffering from cut paws, deep brier gashes along their smooth coats, and general hang-tongue weariness. In the five hours they worked, the hounds flushed, chased and gave tongue after seven red foxes, with the 14 judges galloping hell-for-leather after them. After eight hours of deliberation, consultation and comparing of notes, the judges awarded both top contenders 200 points-then for superior hunting ability they gave the championship nod to tail-wagging, tongue-lolling Meggs White Girl...