Word: instantly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: I have had my attention called, from a number of directions, to your publication of the 13th instant, in which appears a caption, under an illustration on p. 10, under the heading National Affairs, with a photograph, such caption reading "Jew Untermyer...
...operate on a colleague. Leaving the airport the pilot circled gingerly up through the fog, edging perilously near the hills which rise abruptly to the west. Suddenly a wing tip gouged a tree on the hilltop. Down the ship crashed. It broke apart, caught fire. In an instant Stewardess Libby Wurgaft had the cabin door open. Four times she entered the blazing cabin, each time helped bring out an injured passenger. But nobody could save Dr. Coffey and the other two passengers on his side of the cabin. All three were killed by the crash...
...power before their own sovereignty was recognized. 2 ) Upon excited Europe and the Far East (though Japan loudly professed to see in it nothing admonitory) the drawing together of Russia and the U. S. must have a quieting effect. 3) The quieting effect upon U. S.-domestic excitements was instant and undisputed. For William Bullitt, now special assistant to the Secretary of State, it was also a triumph: weeks of quiet negotiation by him and by John Van Antwerp MacMurray, who is apparently slated to turn in his Latvia-Estonia-Lithuania portfolio and become Ambassador to Moscow...
Jewelers and novelty shops all over the Reich did a brisk business last week selling lapel pins enameled or embossed with foreign flags. In many cases the pins doubtless worked, saved their wearers from instant Nazi assault for failure to salute passing Storm Troop banners. But one day last week in the smoky Ruhr metropolis of Dusseldorf, inoffensive Roland Velz, a U. S. citizen and superintendent of a group of Germany's Woolworth stores, went walking, pinless, with his wife. Cheering Dusseldorfers stood massed along the curbstone six deep as a Storm Battalion marched past, grim-faced with blaring...
...title poem, like many a Jeffers narrative, starts off in realistic-novel style, plods up into high but hellish places where the wind blows too strong for realism. On a drunken picnic at the seashore Lance caught his brother Michael making love to his wife Fayne: in an instant he had killed Michael. Next instant he regretted it: and if quick-witted Fayne had not made it seem an accident, the murder had been out. To keep the truth from killing his mother, and to save Lance. Fayne persuaded him not to confess what he had done. But his atonement...