Word: hungering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Coolidge dedicated a monument to the dead of the First Division. ¶At the annual meeting of the Red Cross, of which he is president, Mr. Coolidge spoke these imaginative words : "The Red Cross believes that food is more helpful to hungry people than advice ; has found that hunger affects people very much the same in all countries, and that the method of coping with it is by feeding its victims. It is absolutely the only organization I have known that does any good by 'looking for trouble...
...apart, like a duck's, by the solid skin. . . . Even the intelligence common to the higher animals is wanting. The cretins of the 'human plant' kind, as they have been nicknamed, will not recognize mother nor father nor any person about them, nor even a person from an object. . . . Hunger and thirst they manifest by grunts and inarticulate sounds or by screaming...
...only to those who had learned nothing at college, so that no one should go away empty handed. This suggestion I like to make to my friends among the graduates of the proud small colleges, who fear that the larger places, grappling however clumsily with the problem of intellectual hunger, may become "degree factories". Yet the real cure is not in such devices of administration, but in the attitude of the teacher...
...Government persists, let us respond with a general strike. Let us refuse to pay taxes. Let us defy the Ogpu's hireling bands. Let them fire on us; we shall have rifles and machine guns, too. Better to die rifle in hand than to swell with hunger and expire like dogs." The intense agitation on the part of the workers caused considerable nervousness among the Moscow Governmental hierarchy. Krassin, Kamenev and Zinoviev maintained that grain must be exported. Rykov, President of the Council of People's Commissaries, wavered. War Lord Trotzky thought it the height of folly...
...since she left there have sprung up a new depot, waterworks, brick paving. The Countess is euchred, kettle-drummed, lap-suppered, picnicked, violently bored in every small-town way. Then up turns Gareth Johns, curly-headed, 17, and articulate. She enfolds him in her ample eroticism, he in his hunger for the horizon. Off they go together to the everlasting hurt of Lennie Colman, Gareth's tragic schoolmarm. Village Parcae squawk the devil's chorus...