Word: hushed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...loyalty oaths upon the faculties of innumerable educational institutions in their own state, were undoubtedly acting with the rightcous feeling that they were protecting the people against a huge impending danger. From now on teachers in Massachusetts must swear allegiance to the prevailing character of the American government and hush their thoughts on the values or the facts of all other types. Compulsory oaths of this sort are the result of an unnatural, brooding resentment among the masses against the intellectuals, who are supposedly toying with dangerous ideals...
...Earl Brown, a porter in Grand Central, has written in Letters, biweekly magazine, how he once tried to extort "hush money" from Mr. Sachs on "Sugar Hill," the Vanderbilt Avenue taxicab entrance...
...Britain's highest naval authorities, Admiral the Earl of Cork and Orrery, commander of the British Home Fleet (1933-35), President of the Royal Naval College, Greenwich and Admiral Commanding the Royal Naval War College (1929-32). To a London audience, over which gradually fell a great hush, the Admiral declared: "The Lusitania might have been used to transport 10,000 American troops on a single voyage to fight Germany. If women and children choose to cruise about in war areas, they must expect what they get. In sinking the Lusitania as an act of war, the Gearman Admiralty...
Three days later the actual anniversary of Feb. 6, 1934 came & went in a sanctified hush...
...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...