Word: looke
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...late at night with his old cronies, was cordial. Lunch was long. Long was the talk after it. At tea time Count Ciano was still there. Then, literally as well as figuratively, the Führer took his guest, emissary of his Axis partner, up in the mountains to look at the view...
...hrer Hitler and his ally had a lot to talk about, because the Europe that spread before them is already at war. It is a war of words and nerves, a war fought with weapons so strange and novel that they make machine guns look like good old cross-bows-rolling barrages of slander timed to the minute; ceaseless bombardments of rumors, blankets of lies and alarms as blinding as poison gas; provocations exploding like mines before advancing troops; flank attacks of economic reprisals, feints with threats, promises, atrocities, radio broadcasts, newspaper assaults launched simultaneously and redirected at noon...
...said that Danzig would be returned to the Reich. He also said it could be gained without war. Leaving this riddle for the world to ponder, he then vanished into the mountains like a figure from Wagnerian mythology. As Poland showed no signs of giving in, it began to look as though the riddle could be solved only if Foreign Minister Josef Beck agreed to its solution...
Roundly Das Schwarze Korps rapped those who think the present return to corsets, bustles, "ribbons, lace and pleats" would fill the bill. Corsets are bad for women's health, especially if pregnant. As for hats: "How could a woman look well with an odd Australian stork perched on a beer mat on top of her head?" But the editors pulled their punches to meet feminine critics, explained earnestly: "All this is no fulmination against lipstick, powder and silk stockings; quite the contrary. . . . Every woman should be beautiful; every woman should have the opportunity to accentuate her natural charms...
...walking along Heerengracht Canal, Amsterdam, fortnight ago, would have bothered to look twice at No. 412. Four stories high, of dull sandstone, the modest building had no name plate by its door. Nor was there anything spectacular inside, just 30 quiet employes working amidst a lot of papers...