Word: lets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...thousands thronged Bonn's churches for special services. Bishop Otto Dibelius of Berlin and Brandenburg, a steadfast antitotalitarian, told an overflow congregation in the Martin Luther Church: "We must break our ties with the day before yesterday, for it contained the seed that became the curse of yesterday. Let us create a new day in which God's will prevails." By "the day before yesterday" he meant the Weimar republic...
...Final Clearance. He was a man who stubbornly insisted he could never take politics seriously ("Ich bin Künstler"-I am an artist), but he let the Nazis make him head of their Reichsmusikkammer (State Chamber of Music) in 1933. He resigned when the Nazis irritated him by criticizing his "non-Aryan" librettists, Hugo von Hofmannsthal (who had died in 1929) and Stefan Zweig. Last year, Strauss was finally cleared by a denazification court...
...Smarter Now." With his curve snapping and his control excellent, Newcombe shut out the St. Louis Cardinals (6-0), the Pittsburgh Pirates (9-0), then the New York Giants (8-0). He went one more inning against the Boston Braves-for 31 scoreless innings in all-before he let a run cross the plate. At week's end, the New York Giants managed to shell him out of the box, but it was the first time in his last seven starts. His record: w. 15, l. 6. Although everybody has tremendous respect for his curve and control, the secret...
...kids around Chicago's tough, slummy Division Street had a game called Let Her Fly. It was easy to learn, and it was a dandy game because it made the winner feel good and the loser feel terrible. All the player had to do was wrap up some garbage, sneak up on his opponent and slam it in his face. But the play had to be fair & square. Just before the pitch the thrower had to yell, "Let...
Division Street, unless he could understand a childhood geared to Let Her Fly. In The Man with the Golden Arm, Chicago Novelist Nelson Algren's compassionate understanding of Frankie and his world is the foundation of one of the finest novels so far this year. Readers with queasy stomachs may shrink from an environment in which the unbelievably sordid has become a way of life. They will also come away with some of Algren's own tender concern for his wretched, confused and hopelessly degenerate cast of characters. In that, Writer Algren scores a true novelist...