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Word: likings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Suddenly above the voice rose a banshee screech-air-raid alarm. The crowds shuddered, broke, ran for air-raid cellars. In Hamburg the radio loudspeakers faltered and fell silent. But in Berlin and elsewhere, the harsh Prussian voice spoke on like a trump of doom, echoing through deserted streets and beer halls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: In Full Force | 11/6/1939 | See Source »

...order finally went to "Firm A" at ?180 ($720). To newshawks Gadfly Stokes swore that he was in the room when "Firm B" received the alleged telephone call, hinted that he believed "Firm A" is a Nuffield subsidiary. In the House of Commons he shouted: "I'd like to wring the necks of the armaments firms in the ring...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: Ipswich Gadfly | 11/6/1939 | See Source »

...Czechs, once free, feel now like slaves. But being determined, they are philosophical. In cinemas, when the face of the Führer who is theirs not by choice appears, they sing a cheerful song they learned from an American film: "Hi-ho! hi-ho! It's off to work...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GERMANY: Black-Tie Birthday | 11/6/1939 | See Source »

Upon the British sector of the Western Front in France last week arrived Sir Philip Gibbs, K. B. E., a lifelong literary practitioner whose dispatches from the Allied fronts of 1914-18 constitute one of the classic chronicles of World War I. At 62, Sir Philip felt "like Rip Van Winkle coming back to the scenes of his youth," which hadn't changed much. "Has it been seven days' leave or 21 years?" he asked himself. "It is the same old scene, exactly as it has lived in my memory as a kind of dream...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World War: Winkles on Pins | 11/6/1939 | See Source »

...Like ghosts remembering ghosts," he and an oldtime officer talked. The officer said: "Do you know, I can hardly bring myself to believe that it may happen all over again. Yesterday I went to one of our war cemeteries, and when I stood there I felt a kind of rage and a kind of anguish. The damned folly of life has caught us again and the sons of those who died are going to be the victims of another evil spell. Can it be possible or isn't it just a nightmare from which we shall all wake...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World War: Winkles on Pins | 11/6/1939 | See Source »

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