Word: landed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...hushed, as Paul Robeson sang Ol' Man River, and applauded the Negro baritone when he declared: "I want to share with you the spirit of triumph I feel in the strength of Henry Wallace. He has marched into the Southland and given hope to Negroes all over the land...
...ugly; but once she was slim and (her friends remember) beautiful. Once she was warmhearted, shy and full of pity for the oppressed, of whom she was one. Now she is cold as the frozen Danube, bold as a boyar on his own rich land and pitiless as a scythe in the Moldavian grain...
...system. A recent visitor described Bucharest as a "city with the air of a pawnshop." The only way the Rumanian middle class can keep alive is by slowly selling its possessions. The few men who still run their businesses actually hope for nationalization. New laws covering "economic sabotage" may land a businessman in jail for carrying out any simple deal. As one Rumanian businessman put it: "We walk around with 25 years' hard labor in our pockets...
Flight from the Heathen. Old Zvi, her father, would not live in the land Ana rules. Two years ago Zvi came to Ana asking her help for a group of Rumanian Jews. She received him amiably on a Saturday afternoon. Coffee and cake was brought in. Old Zvi exploded: "How dare you offer me hot coffee on a Sabbath! Have you gone mad?" Ana, trying to calm her father, led him to the kitchen and showed him the electric percolator. She explained that, since no one needed to strike a match, no religious law was being violated, but he called...
...just go into a dime store and get a kid's story, twist it a bit and turn it into music"). His You Call Everybody Darling is the nation's No. 1 song hit. (His recording of it with his "Happiest Band in the Land" is also the No. 4 bestselling popular record.) And last week, "so people will be sure to identify it with me," Blackhawk customers were getting liberal doses of his latest number, Brush Those Tears from Your Eyes...