Word: machiavellis
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...find on the one hand," reported the resolutions committee at the A. F. of L. convention in Denver last fortnight, "the dominating and fulminating Caesar of the C. I. O. marching his Roman legions to the White House with bludgeoning threats, while on the other hand we find the Machiavelli of the same C. I. O. pursuing the methods typical of that old master of cunning and conniving, working through the catacombs of politics, pouring oil upon the troubled machinery of national politics so that where the one smashes through in ruthless effort at conquest, the other follows after with...
...shot on the screen, of Crawford kissing Gable, it represents a kind of bright, composite photograph which, for historians, might be labeled Mass Entertainment 1936. Important only to historians, the median 1936 cinema should please the average 1936 cinemaddict. Average shot: Franchot Tone telling Joan Crawford a knock-knock: "Machiavelli good suit...
...pretty taste in whiskey and a deft hand at intrigue, which won him his Whitehall nickname of "Machiavelli-and-soda." Sir Robert's usual professional touch was evident last week when Sir Eric Phipps, British Ambassador to Germany, discovered that his wife must pass a little time in England for her health, and so invited her sister Lady Vansittart to Berlin to be his Embassy hostess during the Olympic Games. With the innocence of a fox in lamb's clothing, Sir Robert then simply went along with his charmingly social wife to Berlin "for entirely personal reasons...
...much more vigor than the tailor's dummy some Europeans uncharitably consider him to be.* The rearming of Helgoland he glossed over as German "peccadillo," adding: "Individual matters of this kind, though they cannot be passed unobserved, should not be raised at the moment"-i. e., not until "Machiavelli-&-soda" has seen what he can do in Berlin...
...morning last fortnight when he read this manifesto in the Daily Princetonian. Members of Terrace Club, upper-class eating sodality, were not so puzzled. The dank midwinter in semi-isolated Princeton is a tedious time. Between long games of Monopoly and billiards and work on an honors thesis about Machiavelli, Senior Lewis Jefferson Gorin, a small, grave Terrace member, had fallen to brooding about the way his elders and betters run the world. In the midst of these reveries, Congress had voted to cash the soldiers' Bonus in full ten years before it was due (TIME...