Word: marshallizing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Said Witness Field Marshal Friedrich von Paulus, who had turned anti-Nazi after losing the Battle of Stalingrad: ["I tried in vain to] find some sense for the suffering and death of so many soldiers...
...have voiced is that Lincoln's trousers are much too nattily creased. Accordingly, before one recent performance, while top-hatted "Secretary Seward" squatted crosslegged, eating rice with chopsticks, "President Lincoln" went busily to work rumpling his trousers. Then President Lincoln-who in real life looks more like Field Marshal Rommel-put on foot pads and high-heeled shoes to shamble onstage, a real, live six-footer...
...City gossiped that Hatry had bought into 20 other bookstores, a printing company (Simpkin & Marshal), a publishing house (Crosby Lockwood & Son), two magazines (Argosy, World's Press News). An integrated production-to-retailing organization seemed to be in the works. At week's end Hatry was mumchance. Secretaries had only one icy sentence for callers: "Mr. Hatry...
Have starch-stuffed Britons come out of the war as physically fit as nutrition experts say? Many Britons doubt it. Last week, in the London Observer, common-sensical Air Chief Marshal Sir Philip Joubert quarreled with nutrition statistics that "confuse existence with life." He argued: "One can exist on the fruitless, starchy, dismal diet of Britain today, but what matters is liveliness, vitality, vigor. We are being called on to make a tremendous industrial effort. . . . That needs live folk, not mere existers...
Abilene Town (Jules Levey-United Artists) is just one more in a current series of Western omelettes. This time Randolph Scott is the fighting marshal and Ann Dvorak the beautiful, bad-tempered barroom singer. Against a background alive with neighing, gunfire and the sound of crashing wagons, Marshal Scott states the theme by drawling that thar ain't no justice in Abilene Town. He's dead right: hard-drinking cattlemen raid the village every few weeks, brawl in the bars and take pot shots at the God-fearing homesteaders who have settled on the town's outskirts...