Word: letting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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However, I say unequivocally that most of the men of the insurrection have fought courageously. Let the peace of the brave come and I am sure that all the hatred will fade away. I speak of the peace of the brave. What does this mean? Simply this: let those who opened fire cease fire and return without humiliation to their work and their families. The old warrior's procedure, long used when one wanted to silence the guns, is to use the white flag of truce. And I say that in this case the combatants would be received...
...Tips from Santa Claus. While London's more mannered newspapers either ignored Heuss editorially or muffled their welcome, Cassandra, the acid-veined columnist of the tabloid Daily Mirror (circ. 4.6 million), let fly: "Heuss has been marketed over here as a gentle, learned Santa Claus utterly removed from the Krupps, the Thyssens, the Schachts, and all the other industrialists and scientists without whose enthusiastic cooperation World War II would never have been possible . . . The President is, in fact, a skillful apologist for the German people." Cassandra was unmoved by Heuss's contribution...
Once More, With Feeling (by Harry Kurnitz) is a farcical assault on the world of music, not unlike the author's skirmish, in Reclining Figure, with the world of art. The method is to let fly now at chicanery and now at sham, and in between to go in for shenanigans. The central figure is an egomaniac orchestra conductor who, from shattering his musicians' fiddles and his trustees' feelings, can hardly find an orchestra to conduct. On one side he is Blanked by a shameless manager who ten times a day tries to save the day with...
Sketch bought anyway, visualizing the journalistic impact of Jane's thighs and sighs ("Shiv is mine! I won't let her take him away from me"). The editors packed her, Reporter Benson, a photographer and a staff sob sister onto the next plane to Naples, to confront the unsuspecting Shiv. Twenty-three thousand feet over Anzio, Italy, minutes short of Naples, the Viscount bearing Jane and company and 22 other passengers was rammed by an Italian air force jet. Dead with all the rest: the Sketch four, in pursuit of an essentially phony story...
...played the first couple of numbers straight-the melody always there, easy and obvious. Then she leered from between her big rhinestone earrings and let the crowd know that she was about to take off. She basted Lazy River with a wild boogie beat. Her knees bounced up and down like runaway jackhammers. She jumped from her bench as if kicked by a mule, grimaced like an ulcer case on the way out, writhed like a belly dancer, sucked her thumb, tugged at her bra, groaned. Sometimes she struck some keys with her elbow, but she never missed a note...