Word: likes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Propaganda floods in to Bogotá from Berlin daily in three languages . . . there is no mistaking that the German people are on the crest of the wave and full of themselves -they're exactly like a college with an unbeatable football team...
Most of the people of this hemisphere have lost their fear of us and would really like, I believe, to follow our lead-if we would assume the lead. The other night here in Bogotá we saw the newsreels of the Squalus rescue. The audience was simply overcome with admiration . . . and clapped and stamped as the survivors were helped aboard the Falcon. Finally the man in back of me, a Colombian, poked me violently in the back and said fiercely: "There, you ugly German [anybody with blond hair in Bogotá is a German], that's what...
...that in spite of supercilious critics there are thousands of music lovers and many big-league critics who rate Martinelli as the greatest of all tenors [TIME, July 3]. Caruso was never the "undisputed" supreme among the "chandelier-jigglers" either. Caruso's voice, though thrilling, certainly, was something like a trip hammer, and eventually busted his neck...
...well-known Hull-Roosevelt desire to support the Democracies (with arms but not men) against the Dictators. The Bloom bill, passed by the House but now allowed to die in the Senate, was not wholly unacceptable to Messrs. Hull & Roosevelt because its embargo exempted airplanes, motors and the like, which England and France need badly. Under the present Neutrality Law if Hitler marches before September U. S. manufacturers must be stopped from delivering some $175,000,000 worth of airplanes, etc. which" have Been ordered...
...youthful innocent glee she unfolded plans made to pair with him at each following public function, with an added trip during the lull at New York to visit a friend of his, to take through the highways, byways, hellish beckonings at every turn, through similar routes from which thousands like her never return...