Word: joys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Armored Division and 104th Infantry ("Timberwolves") moved in, a church bell rang crazily, not in joy but high and loose-lipped like the laughter of a hysterical woman. A mud-stained veteran stared with dazed eyes at the desolation about him murmuring over and over, "Ain't it awful! Ain't it awful!" Silent Rubble. In most districts not one street was untouched, not a single house undamaged. The outer areas of the city were 85% destroyed, the center 95% rubble. TIME Correspondent Sidney Olson, who went in with the first troops, cabled: "The first impression was that...
...General MacArthur these were emotion-filled days. His voice broke and his eyes filled as he stood between rusty brocaded drapes at a reception in Malacanan Palace (TIME, Mar. 5) and spoke his joy at the liberation of his beloved Manila, "cruelly punished though it be." Then he smiled, kissed Mrs. Sergio Osmea, wife of the Philippines' President, murmured, "I'm so glad you're home...
...without Passion. His reading also gave him a profound awareness of his people's plight. "I used to mull over the strange absence of real kindness in Negroes, how unstable was our tenderness, how lacking in genuine passion we were, how void of great hope, how timid our joy, how bare our traditions, how hollow our memories, how lacking we were in those intangible sentiments that bind man to man, and how shallow was even our despair. After I had learned other ways of life I used to brood upon the unconscious irony of those who felt that Negroes...
...ignorance, the helplessness; the painful, baffling, hunger-ridden days and hours. . . . A somberness of spirit that I was never to lose settled over me during the slow years of my mother's unrelieved suffering, a somberness that was to make me stand apart and look upon excessive joy with suspicion, that was to make me selfconscious, that was to make me keep forever on the move, as though to escape a nameless fate seeking to overtake...
...About Love" is certainly a professional job.' Probably the only main flaw is that there is so much lush looking that it occasionally becomes a little overwhelming. With out the lightening touches of Mr. Cooper's bumbling tally-ho manner--so competent and sure that it is a pure joy--and the bright verve of Weill's songs--"Sing Me Not a Ballad" or "You're Far Too Near Me"--"Much Ado About Love" could very easily seem over-stuffed. Opening night there was far too much material, but there was enough expert stagecraft to notice that a new musical...