Word: jessup
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Across the green table of the U.N. Security Council two lawyers faced each other last week. One was Russia's Andrei Vishinsky. The other was the U.S.'s Philip Jessup. They embodied their respective natons' views of the law, and therefore...
...Unstable Grasshopper. Philip Jessup, a sharp-nosed, curly-haired American, spoke quietly and earnestly, giving the Council the most logical, balanced and damning indictment yet made of Russia's actions in Berlin. Said he: "The acts of the Soviet Government . . . create a threat to the peace. All the world knows that this is true. The Soviet Union may pretend it cannot understand . . . That an effort should be made to deprive two and one-half million men, women & children of medicines and food and fuel and clothing . . . may seem to some a small matter. But . . . we cannot be callous...
Like Tiltman, William Costello of CBS had sent critical reports on General MacArthur. Costello, who planned a trip to Java, got the same notice as Tiltman. McGraw-Hill's Alpheus Jessup wanted to visit Malaya and Burma. Ex-General Frayne Baker, MacArthur's P.R.O., ruled Jessup would have to take his wife, who is expecting a child in a month, with...
...Jessup was the engine-room philosopher. He liked to puzzle out the "meaning" as well as the mechanics of the Cape Harting's boilers, pumps, ejectors, condensers, "the maze of teeth [on] the great twelve-foot bull gear . . . hobbed in spirals, or helices, across the gear wheel's rim." What, he wondered, was the net effect on man of such machines? Would the jittery 20th Century eventually learn to relax in a "kingdom of engines?" Ed Greenewater laughed and said, "Goddamn it, don't take it so hard, Second." The Chief grunted and went on reading...
...time the Cape Harting made her first port; Jessup went ashore to learn how Scotch whiskey tasted when served by a shuffling Fanti girl in a hot, dingy Gold Coast bar. Just when Jessup thought that he had licked the Machine, it literally blew up in his face. Novelist Loughlin's whale is still at large when his story ends, but readers will find stretches of remarkably brisk writing as well as murky theorizing, and large chunks of knowing merchant-marine chatter and engine-room lore...