Word: lording
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Lord Beaverbrook's Evening Standard, beating the circulation drum, had a bright idea: a prize of one pound sterling for each answer printed and a grand prize of five pounds for the best answer to "What to do with Hitler?" Some 9,000 tried their hand. On the subject of the Fuhrer, British reserve had been bombed almost out of existence. Some suggestions...
...future. I've got more to fight for now as most of my buddies will be staying on that island forever. People back home will never know what it was like to take Iwo Jima. . . . All the time . . . I never feared for myself be cause I knew the Lord was with...
...Lord Beaverbrook is a smart publisher first, a stubborn Tory second. The last three men he has picked to edit his London Evening Standard (circulation: 608,000) have been bright young journalists first, fiery leftists second. The advantages in each case were mutual-but temporary. The Beaver got a well-edited paper. For the leftists, the Standard was a soapbox, a springboard-and a handsome meal-ticket. So long as they could agree on "fundamentals" (Churchill as a war leader, aid to Russia) the wary alliance lasted. Last week the last of the three leftists gave...
First to go was tall, flamboyant socialist Frank Owen, 39, a "Sudeten Welshman" and at 23 a Member of Parliament, who was drafted in the midst of arguing loudly for a Second Front. In Manhattan last week, now a major on Admiral Lord Louis Mountbatten's staff, he admitted what everyone long suspected, that he was through with the Standard...
...raised succulent beer-radishes on the little island, while his two old sisters, Martha and Anna, sailing up & down at opposite ends of a seesaw, had pumped the Danube water over the crop. "Bolshevist swine," said Gauleiter Stoltz, when he saw the Fischers after the affair of the pig. "Lord & Lady of Radish Island, and two old crows." Old Anton rose from his seat in the beer garden, carefully removed the Gauleiter's spectacles, and smacked both sides of the Nazi's fat face until his old arm was tired...