Word: loved
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week, as judge, jurors, lawyers and reporters sat listening through earphones, some of her recorded broadcasts were played back in the courtroom. "I love America," said her voice, between recordings of U.S. jazz, "but I do not love Roosevelt and all his kike boy friends...
...Shanghai, in 1921, he attended the foundation meeting of China's Communist Party. Although he was impatient with friends who talked about girls or other nonrevolutionary matters, he fell in love. According to old custom, his parents had married him to a village girl when he was 14. He discarded the girl back home, with whom he had never lived, and married Yang K'ai-hui, a professor's daughter and an active Communist. Friends celebrated their marriage as an "ideal romance." She bore him two sons, both of whom were educated in Moscow. Yang was executed...
...high-pitched voice greeted us. Then two hands grasped mine; they were as long and sensitive as a woman's . . . Whatever else he might be, he was an esthete . . . He asked a thousand questions . . . We spoke of India; of literature; once he asked me if I had ever loved any man, and why, and what love meant...
From Hand to Hand. The third daughter brought real trouble: she married a Gentile. Tevye could overlook modern love, even revolutions, but not apostasy. Rising to his dignity as a believer, he sorrowfully banished his daughter from his house. And yet, he wondered, did he do right? Does a Tevye close his heart to his children...
...writers have ever earned the love of their people as has this man whose real name was Samuel Rabinowitz, and who chose to call himself Sholom Aleichem ("peace be unto you"). His stories, published in paper booklets, were passed from hand to hand among European Jews. When he died in The Bronx in 1916, more than 100,000 people lined the streets of his funeral procession. He had said: "Let me be buried among the poor, that their graves may shine on mine, and mine on theirs...