Word: ill
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dusty golden city of Salamanca, capital of Francisco Franco, last week was held a prize example of Court Martial Type No. 2. Star defendant was tall, ash-blond Harold E. Dahl, 28, of Champaign, Ill., a mercenary who enlisted with the Leftists for a promised $1,500 a week, was shot down into a nest of Moorish troops while on a bombing raid three months ago. Because Flyer Dahl was the first U. S. aviator known to have been caught alive, because his blonde wife, Edith, crooner on the French Riviera, had sent a photograph of herself to El Caudillo...
...told, Your Life is expected to do for honest citizens what Poland's ill-starred Our Life did for crooks. Short while ago in Warsaw police arrested the Russian woman editor and the staff of Our Life, "first professional journal" for thieves, burglars, robbers-an incredible publication which told how to break safes, commit burglaries without leaving fingerprints. Our Life advertisers offered window jimmies and burglary instruction. Police seized the long list of subscribers in Poland and abroad, arrested many in Russia...
...from Galway, Richard ("Humanity") Martin, gathered at Old Slaughter's Coffee House in London, and formed the first Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. In the same year they induced Parliament to pass a bill to punish persons who ''wantonly and cruelly" beat or ill-treated horses, mares, geldings, mules, asses, oxen, cows, heifers, steers, sheep...
...books, both failures. To most readers Death in the Afternoon (1932) was an impossibly verbose testimonial to the author's enthusiasm for the spectacle of bullfighting. Green Hills of Africa (1935) was an exhaustive and exhausting account of a month's big-game shooting, marred by the ill-temper of its gibing digressions on critics and fellow writers. The first had been letdown enough, but in the second it seemed that Hemingway had definitely given over his precise eloquence to ignoble uses-that, carried away by his peculiar gifts, he had turned from the deeper study...
Overlooked, however, was the fact that Hemingway is far from being a run-of-the-mine writer, and so not entirely subject to such standards. Disregarded also were certain further clues. Green Hills of Africa, by its very ill-temperedness, hinted that the author, too, was worried. Death in the Afternoon, from one aspect a kind of huge "Anatomy of Death," contains much information on its author's basic philosophy. "All stories," he remarked there, "end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. . . . There is no lonelier man in death, except...