Word: hobgoblin
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...they did. With part of his hobgoblin flotilla, Vice Admiral Keyes attacked the canal's protecting mole to create a diversion (one of the submarines rammed the mole's viaduct, exploded as planned), while the three concrete-laden block-boats steamed into the mouth of the canal, touched off explosives and sank in the channel. The losses were appalling, the instances of gallantry uncountable. One of the diverting boats alone sustained 182 casualties. One man, shot through the middle, wrapped his vessel's ensign around him, went on fighting. Two officers, both painfully wounded in the legs...
...Washington, where business often mixes with politics, Chip was meanwhile establishing a reputation as the Capital's greatest little mixer. After newshawks caught him and Presidential Secretary Marvin Mclntyre at a hotel room party given by the lobbyist for Utilitarian Howard Colwell Hopson, the roly-poly New Deal hobgoblin, Chip resigned. Presently, through Jim Farley's good offices, Chip bobbed up again as secretary of the Democratic National Committee. Today he and his beauteous second wife, "Evie" Walker, who has become a Washington chitchat writer (and last month, a mother), are the New Deal's sportiest couple...
Accustomed to playing against the Scoreboard in their year-round circuit of medal-play tournaments, many an able pro succumbs to fluttering nerves in a man-to-man contest. But to most U. S. pros there is a hobgoblin even more terrifying: a wispy, 135-lb. colleague affectionately known as "Little Poison...
...even for district judge is investigated for weeks by G-men. But Black's appointment to the Supreme Court was not even referred to the Department of Justice. The President may not have known the general Washington belief . . . but he very well knew that, with or without a hobgoblin disguise, Mr. Black is a bigot...
...Consistency," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson, "is the hobgoblin of little minds." Surely you would not have me wallow in its quicksands, Mr. Fletcher; surely in these days of my ascendancy, you do not adhere to the mutton-chop philosophies of Truth for Truth's sake. Modern souls use ideas as weapons, and judge them according to their effect. What do I care whether the appeal is to honesty, truth, love, brotherhood, or patriotism so long as in their name men will do and act as I have planned...