Word: knowed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...King of Great Britain, feeling the need of friends and funds, sent a letter: "To all and singular to whom these presents shall come, greetings! Whereas it appears to us expedient to nominate some person of wisdom, loyalty, diligence and circumspection to represent us ... know ye that we, reposing especial trust and confidence in the discretion and faithfulness of our trusty and well-beloved Sir Oliver Shewell Franks . . . have nominated, constituted and appointed [him] . . . to be our Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary at Washington . . . Giving and granting to him in that character all power and authority to do and perform...
From his near-bottom rung in the civil-service hierarchy (at a salary of ?850 yearly), the man who didn't know his way in London had, by war's end, thought, talked and worked his way up to being Permanent Secretary of the combined Ministries of Supply and Aircraft Production (at ?3,500 a year). To explain the phenomenon, some of Franks's friends fumble with such fuzzy words as "elusive" and "intuitive" to describe his gifts, but one who has known him for years put it very simply last week: "Franks is essentially a very...
...doubtless calculated, Beaverbrook, bristling like a new broom, also showed up at the office on Sunday morning, demanded to know who was on the job. Oliver-on-the-spot had a long talk with the Beaver, instantly and deeply impressed the new boss. Thereafter, Beaverbrook rarely turned a wheel without consulting Franks...
...speech, his remorseless logic, his deft and delicate handling of clashing national views made him the conference star. He presided over his own delegation briskly and competently, telling them: "Gentlemen, we must now decide just what is our official position so that when we depart from it we will know what we are departing from." The professor was learning fast how to tie fancy knots in his diplomatic ropes...
Probably the peasants of Gyor and of all Hungary would never know. The Communist Party, from its earliest days, has been wedded to conspiracy and treachery. Its quest for absolute power corrupts its members; none knows whether his comrade is a traitor. Maybe Rajk was a spy; maybe Rakosi...