Word: massed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bright, cool day that ended a heat wave. At the lunch hour, factory workers listened to the reading of decrees announcing a "fiesta for the exaltation of labor" and promising wages high enough to give the "humble classes" access to culture. All over Spain there were prayers and parades, masses and mass meetings, chants and cheers for Francisco Franco; all over Spain there were uniforms-the khaki of the regular Army, red berets and blue shirts of the Falangists; white blouses and blue skirts of the Auxilio Social. Uniforms on an individualistic people, children marching and chanting in unison...
...they had received Holy Communion. In the Wind sor Hotel they ate breakfast, signed marriage registers. On the baseball field they heard a sermon by Most Rev. George's Gauthier, Archbishop-Coadjutor of Montreal. A dynamic, youngish priest whom they all knew, Father Henri Roy, celebrated a nuptial mass after 105 priests made the couples men and wives. Then, in 105 automobiles lent by General Motors of Canada, Ltd., the couples drove to St. Helen's Island, where they ate with 3,000 friends and relations, were given rosaries, crucifixes and photographs of Pope Pius XII-all these...
Before the Führer's arrival, Minister of Propaganda Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels next day expounded "the reunion of art with the mass of the people," maintained that until the Nazis came along, modern German art had been degenerating because the Jews controlled it. "The people wandered away from art because they had no understanding of this [degenerate...
Emerging pot-valiant from a Webster, Mass, tavern, beefy Bundster Fritz Kuhn (already under indictment charged with filching Bund funds) had words with a policeman, who promptly tossed him into jail. Next morning Police Chief John Templeman released him on $54 bail, snapped: "He was just another wise guy who thought this was a hick town and he could stage one of them beer hall putsch things and be the dictator...
...seal's fat which had been left untouched for years, and was now transformed into a kind of yellowish rock which exuded rivulets of pus that reflected the sunlight. The birds which alighted on it lost, first their feathers and then their lives. . . . In this sticky, slimy mass, Yosepi, Gaba, Kriwi, Doumidia and I floundered about with shouts of laughter. We gathered handfuls of it which we threw into a large bowl...