Word: knocking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...refutes the rather silly title. The atom can and will be fitted into military and political strategy, like all other weapons. A surprise atom-bomb attack could make Pearl Harbor look like a mere raid, but continental areas such as the U.S. and Russia are too great for immediate knock-out blows. A surprised but still surviving nation with atomic stockpiles could in its turn destroy the aggressor's cities and industries. After the first heavy devastation, both sides would have to fight minus most of their production; the war might well degenerate into a long stalemate with neither...
...high-ranking U.S. anthropologist, and probably wished she hadn't. How she stacks, according to Dr. Wilton M. Krogman of the University of Chicago: 5 ft. 3 in., 135 lbs. (fattish), has "tires" just below the waist and stenographer's-spread standing up, oftener than not is knock-kneed and potbellied, waddles when she walks, and "only goes out two inches from the chest to the bust-line...
...Smoking Gospel. Drums under the Windows is the third volume of Playwright O'Casey's autobiography (preceding volumes: I Knock at the Door, Pictures in the Hallway). Rambling, rhapsodic, episodic, it is written sometimes in straightaway English, sometimes in lyrical doubletalk like that of the earlier James Joyce. The subject is his grimmest, bitterest, pre-playwright years: the 15 years or so up to and including the 1916 Easter Week Rising. Like almost any good book written by a good Irishman about those days, Drums is at bottom sentimental and romantic, but the resemblance to the standard stops...
...whose uncle and grandfather had been Colombian Presidents. Put up at the last minute by wily old Conservative Leader Laureano Gomez, ultra-respectable Candidate Ospina Perez had shrewdly sat tight in Bogota, made a few well-bred radio speeches, and waited for the divided Liberals to knock themselves...
...sample: in Joe's first fight, the referee, a ghastly old bruiser, turns out to be the brother of Joe's opponent. "When ya knock 'm out," he tells his brother, "go ta dat cawnah, Frankie, and I'll count." Then comes a belt-bursting belly laugh: to the pictorial amazement of the referee, Joe not only knocks Frankie out with one punch, but knocks him clean through the floor boards of the ring. But the canvas is unbroken and cradles him as he sags slowly, dreamily out of sight...